My uncle on my mother's side was Soo-jae

My uncle on my mother's side was Soo-jae. He was the smartest person on my mother's side. After graduating from Seoul National University, he became a conglomerate executive at an early age.

When I was young, I visited my uncle's house. Even to my young eyes, the house of my uncle was rich in everything. Unlike my house, where I lived, my uncle's family lived in a nice two-story Western house. Unlike me, who didn't have any proper toys, my cousins and sisters had a lot of toys.

When I tried to play with my toy motorcycle, my cousins yelled at me in droves for touching the toy. A girl called my cousin took the toy out of my hands, but I didn't cry or swarm. It was just absurd.

However, the memory lingers vividly, and sometimes the thought of why was the unenviable sissy the creep? came to mind for decades.

Anyway, my uncle died of stomach cancer. Maybe... It was when I was in the third grade of elementary school. When my uncle died, the house collapsed. Most of all, it is said that a woman named Auntie had an intimate relationship with her uncle's subordinate, and the two of them set up a house. Later, they were torn apart while they were making and stir-frying..

My aunt ended the relationship between my mother's family and the rest of my uncle's family.

Time has passed. It was when I was in middle school.

In the meantime, my father's work went well, so my house faced an era of abundance. Rumors spread that my father made good money, so maybe that's why my mother was able to put a little strength on her shoulders.

When I came home from morning class one Saturday, my cousin came to my house. For the reason, he came to my house to sell books. He was living as a book salesman.

In my adolescence, my cousin was a shabby poop. It was because of a toy incident when I was a child, so I treated my cousin, who was bored, as an ugly person who came to sell things. Anyway, it wasn't good, and that was my cousin's last meeting.

The years have gone by.

A few days ago, I heard from my mother that my cousin died. I fractured my hip joint in an accident and underwent surgery, but died of an unidentified immune problem in the hospital. He said he had a son, but he didn't ask for details.

Now my bad memory is over. There is no justification to continue. Another page of memory disappears.