Answer Me, My Prince

#14.

Dear my cute prince archie.

I was stressed to go back to work and laughed at the prince's letter in the morning. I'd like to write back with a cool line from the Twelfth Night, but all I can think of now is the phrase, 'The herring pickles are a hell of a lot!' Oh, I feel like a herring pickle on my way to work after a break.

Anyway, I will give you another book as requested by the prince. This book is no longer Shakespeare.

This is a book that I really liked when I was a girl. The title is "Mr. Kidari, and it's just a letter from an orphan girl named Judy.

Judy, the main character in the novel, is a smart and pleasant girl from an orphanage, and she meets her sponsor, Uncle Kidari, who wants to send her to college, and reports her college life to the uncle by letter. He speaks so well that Judy's college life story itself is interesting, but at the end of the novel, there is even an exciting romance.

But that's not why I choose this book as my life book.

Actually, I had some reason to get involved in this book.

When I was 12, after my mom left me, until I was 20, I only grew up in Ju-wook boarding school.

It was a luxurious place unlike Judy's orphanage, but at first, I felt like I was an orphan.

When my mom says 'I left', the average person thinks my mom is dead and doesn't know what to do. People don't know what to look like when they do that. I'm sure you're like that too, so to tell you in advance, my mom didn't die. You just left me.

When I was 10 years old, I mean, right before she left me, she sat me down and said,

"Coco, Mom will leave you soon and go a long way. And I'll never come back. But my mom always loves you. I'll think about you whenever and wherever you are, so don't worry and live well."

Of course I thought it was a joke. I was already old enough to cry because I was scared of such words, and my mom was a bit unique.

Once I went to the park, a man came near the bench where my mom and I were sitting and said, "What's wrong with all the red-haired women?"

My mom looked at him pitifully and covered my ears with her hands. And I looked straight at him and screamed.

"Why! You don't think I can swear at her because she's next to me? Damn it! Get out of here! Get out of here!

The uncle faltered under the pressure of his mother. Even though she was a very small person. I still smile as I think of that scene. (Arch, you should know that. Even if you cover your ears tightly, you can hear it if you scream so loudly.)

She didn't say anything empty, but she often made jokes, and she was very different from other kids' mothers. It was really funny. So I thought everything I said about leaving was just a joke.

But within a few days, my mom really disappeared.

I had a pretty good amount of trust money left, and I didn't have a big problem buying it, but it was still quite a shock.

People say my mom met a young man and left me behind. A few times before he disappeared, I saw a very young man hovering around my mother.

But I knew who the man was. My mom once brought home a man who was very badly hurt, and I stayed near my garage for a while until he recovered.

But I had no time to explain all the rumors surrounding her. I got a call from an anonymous benefactor that he decided to take over me, and I was sent to boarding school right away.

I had to adapt to school without being shocked. At that time, what was my hope was a letter that arrived at me once a month. My mom wrote me a letter.

Prince, I really believed the letter was written by my mother. The handwriting was just like her, and the content was full of only what she would do.

There was a hidden sound that the mothers of the other kids would never make, such as brushing their teeth, washing their hands, and cleaning their rooms.

The letter lasted for three years.

In the meantime, I overcame the shock that my mom disappeared from me, made friends, and started adjusting to living in boarding school. Sometimes I sent a reply to my sponsor to tell my mom.

And... when I was 15, I found out that the letters weren't from my mom.

I went to the village where I used to live during the vacation and met the lady who lived next door. The lady told me. Your mom was kind of unique, but she was a great person. He told me a long time ago that he was actually very sick and worried that he might be a burden to me as a child.

She might have wanted to hide and die in secret, just as an old dog would hide without showing its owner how it died. That's also a mother's choice.

I trudged back to the dorm and opened up letters that I believed were from my mother.

At first, I thought my mom left some of them. But after about a year, the handwriting was a little different. It was an effort to imitate the old handwriting.

I soon learned that my sponsor, who left this letter to my mother, and took care of the trust fund, had kept sending me this letter because he couldn't stand the cutoff.

I felt betrayed for the first few hours. To my mother, who secretly died leaving me behind, and to my benefactor who helped me cheat me.

But after I calmed down, I was just thankful.

You didn't want to leave your mother with me as a child, even if she disappeared like that, did you don't you? He didn't want to make me a dead mother.

Your sponsor is...Who the hell is he? What made you think she copied my mom's handwriting and sent me a letter that nagged me every month? What was that feeling like?

I picked up my pen and wrote him a reply that would be his first and last.

Dear Sponsor,

You don't have to send me a letter after copying my mom's handwriting anymore.

Thank you for your hard work sending me letters. Those letters were a great consolation to me.

Thank you.]

You don't have to explain further how much I've tried to write such a short letter, do you? Soon after, a small box arrived at me. It was from a sponsor.

I expected him to explain the situation to me for a long time. But he didn't reveal who he was until the end. But unlike my mom's letter, which was always scribbled with a ballpoint pen, this letter was written in fountain pen. In his own neat handwriting, which is nothing like his mother's bad handwriting, he said:

Take care, Coco. Mom loves you forever. ]

Even though I knew it was a fake, I burst into tears at that moment.

I still can't explain why I was so sad and what made me cry.

But it's probably the day I cried the most in the world.

After crying for a long time, I looked back at the box and found a thin book inside.

The book was called "Mr. Kidari."

Now you know why I love this book so much, don't you?

Maybe, you'll know better if you read it.

6.13. Dawn. Cordelia with flying handwriting.

P.S. It was Liam's taste in the duodenum. Blonde-haired men! I only like happy love stories.

P.S 2: Enclosed are ten fountain pens, 50 ballpoint pens and 10 more notes. Don't just enjoy it, but bring it to your small friends. I wish our magic box was bigger.

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To Cordelia who will read this in the morning.

"Kidari is a wonderful book.

But I like your story better than this book.

Today's letter makes me laugh and then cry.

I'd like to leave my appreciation of the book behind and say this.

Whether your mother is alive or dead, she will love you forever as she wrote in the last letter, my Coco.

P.S. Cecilia left for the periphery with the changeback. I'll go to Pil-kyung's to hand out the gifts you gave me while I'm free for a few days.

the early morning of the thirteenth day of the green moon

Your friend, Arch Albert.

a review of one's

to the readers again

Honestly, at the point where the two of you are recommending books for the Seo-gan novel, did you all guess that Daddy Longari will come out someday?

P.S. I'm the only one who keeps using the writer's words during his annual stay.

Recommendation, selection, and comments are the power to use the next author's words (?).