I looked at a warm self-portrait.
A yellow top on a blue background, a green skirt, short hair in a mix of yellow and pink, and most of all, what caught my heart was her smiling eyes.
One eye was wide open, looking out at the world, while the other was playfully closed, leaving only an eyebrow visible.
It was a greeting to oneself and a show of courage to the world.
That's how the book "Wink" began.

What caught my heart was the smiling eyes.
One eye was wide open, looking out at the world, while the other was playfully closed, leaving only an eyebrow visible.
It was a greeting to oneself and a show of courage to the world.
That's how the book "Wink" began.
--- p.4 From the “Opening Remarks”

Today too, I pretend to fall over and laugh at the sound of her 'bang'.
In that smile, a deeper feeling than words comes and goes.
And I quietly wait for the day when I can really hear her chirping like a bird.
--- p.16 From “The Gunman’s Morning Greetings”

"What if I close my eyes?" I need to teach them to stand on their own two feet, but still...
Because I'm a mom.
“I have to take care of it as long as I live,” my mother says.
It is a sincerity that carries more weight than any words in the world.
--- p.29 From "Still Mom"

Those times when I knitted a little every night, even though my body was struggling to breathe.
This small scarf, made over 180 days, was more precious and warm than any gift in the world.
--- p.34 From “180 Days of Thread”

On that night when the stars, the moon, the forest, and the wind were all asleep, only one person, Miju, wandered here and there like a twinkling star.
'But it's only one night...
How will my parents cope with this time every day?'
--- p.39 From “Walking Together at Night”

“It’s noisy.” Then he explains carefully.
“Yejin is a friend who perceives the world differently.” They nod, but then turn around and speak again.
“But it’s still too noisy...” That’s when I think about it.
I wonder when the day will come when everyone realizes that Yejin's world is not wrong, but just a puzzle piece that fits together differently.
--- p.73 From “Purple, Orange Universe”

“When are you going to ride the bus?” She repeated that phrase until the day she returned, and even now, a year later, she still points to the Jeju trip photos on the wall with a bright face and raises her index finger.
“Bang!”
--- p.80 From “The Day I Floated My Heart to the Sky”

Even if he gives me a smile like cotton wool or a typhoon that rages like a storm, I will live with a bright smile, taking comfort in the small joys that Younghoon gives me every moment.
I should go see the plum blossoms with Younghoon on a spring day.

--- p.97 From "My Son, Like a Plum Blossom!"