[TF] To A Beautiful Wolf -...

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Unformatted text preview: &&&p ... *to a beautiful wolf 1* ...when i was young, i followed my dad to someone's funeral i think it was one of my dad's closest friends but i was full of fear since it was my first funeral- it occurred to me as weird that everyone was wearing black or white but seeing my dad in all black... crying, no weeping so loudly made me feel... uncomfortable and fearful and because i didn't like seeing my dad so heart broken... i took my eyes off of him and surveyed the people around me... and my eyes settled in one certain place- amidst all the adults at the funeral was a boy... on his knees... crying... in a small black suit... with his hair nealy combed... there was not much of a different between me and him except the fact that he was.... crying he bit his lips.. so hard that it just might start to bleed his eyes were red... cold.. he was crying so sadly... just like that... he didn't make any sound but he appeared sadder than all of the people at the funeral i didn't know who he was... nor the reason behind his sorrowful tears.... but a sense of pity and sympathy came over me so i walked myself quitely over to his side... " Umm... hey... do you wanna have this? " what i held in front of him was a silver necklace in a shape of a small leaf.... it was a gift from my deceased mom... even though that necklace was my most precious possession i had a strong feeling that he needed it more than me... the boy stared at the necklace for a few seconds and without a single word... turned his head away from me and the boy... kept on crying and crying... ignoring me to the best of his ability glaring at the cold wooden floor with eyes of such anger and hate since i was so young... i didn't know why... why.... his eyes seemed so cold well i still don't know that till this day... anyways, from that boy... i was able to feel pain... sadness... fear... and hate. and... for some odd and unexplanable reason, i felt the need... felt the attractiong to talk to that boy. however... he didn't even bother to look at me... sOOo i started the talk. " UMM... do you happen to know the story of 'the giving tree'? " 'the giving tree...' it was my favorite story of all time it was the last story that my mom read to me before she passed away i loved the tree that loved the little boy so much... that i had the whole story memorized word by word and since that story was the only story that i knew by heart and perhaps the only way for me to talk to him... i started to recite 'the giving tree' to that boy... "Once there was a giving tree who loved a little boy. And everyday the boy would come to play Swinging from the branches, sleeping in the shade Laughing all the summers hours away And so they love Oh the tree was happy Oh the tree was glad.......
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This note was uploaded on 04/18/2010 for the course CW 2719 taught by Professor 조규현 during the Spring '10 term at 카이스트, 한국과학기술원.

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