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When I was in the fifth grade of elementary school, there was a small bookstall not far from the school that I couldn't forget to go back to after school. Penniless, I could only pretend to choose a book, peek at a few short stories, and then slip away.

Ashamed, I didn't dare to look back at a young man with a wheelchair who was guarding the bookstall in a wheelchair, and when I passed by the bookstall on my way to school, I saw that he was still smiling at me, and my uneasy heart was calmed.

If it weren't for his generous smile every morning, I wouldn't have continued to read his books in vain, and I wouldn't have had that unforgettable slap.

One day, when I was crying about the wonderful storyline in the book, the disabled young man asked me to sit on a stool and watch slowly, and when I was about to sit down, someone grabbed me behind me, and I looked back and saw that it was my father, and he was so angry that he couldn't help but say that he slapped me in the face twice.

The disabled youth stopped my father, who dragged me away with a few gross tickets in the book in my hand.

In the evening, my father told me that people still had to do business, and asked me to pull horses and grass in exchange for money to read. From then on, every morning I would pull the horses and straw to sell to the coachmen, and take the vouchers in exchange for the bookstall to read books.

The disabled young man said that he had a horse at home and asked me to sell it to him, so he asked his sister to come out and bring it in, so that I could read again.

Once, when I came to the bookstall with Ma Cao on my back, the younger sister of the disabled young man was not at home, so I brought Ma Cao in myself, and he tried desperately to stop me. I've seen a pile of charred horse grass in his backyard – all the horse grass I've sold him these days.

I wanted to cry, but he apologized to me, comforted me, told me not to cry, and sat down to continue reading. I held back my breath and didn't let the tears fall.

Moved, moved by love, moved by friendship, moved by affection, moved by many kinds, and at the same time, there is a kind of emotion that quietly comes when satisfied.

When I was irritable, my mother came to soothe the impatience and anxiety in my heart, and the gentle greetings and care made me moved by the satisfaction of family affection.

When I was frustrated, my friends came to comfort me, make me happy, chat with me, and let me be touched by the satisfaction of friendship.

Hair in a bento box.

In those poor years, many students often didn't even have the ability to bring a decent lunch to school, and this was the case with my classmates sitting next to me. His meals are always black tempeh, but my bento is often filled with ham and poached eggs, which are very different.

And this classmate, every time, he will first pick up his hair from the bento, and then eat his bento as if nothing happened. This order.

The discovery of human discomfort continued.

It can be seen how sloppy his mother is, and she has hair in her meals every day. The students talked about it in private. In order to take care of the same.

I learned self-esteem, but I couldn't show it, and I always felt dirty, so my impression of this classmate began to be greatly reduced. Someday.

After school, the classmate stopped me: If there is nothing to do, go to my house to play. Although I don't want to, but.

For the first time since I was in the same class, he invited me to play at home, so I was embarrassed to turn him down.

I went with my friends to a slum village located on the steepest terrain in Seoul.

Mom, I've brought a friend. After hearing the excited voices of his classmates, the door opened. His elderly mother appeared at the door.

My son's friend is here, let me see. But the classmate's mother, who walked out of the door, just touched the beams and pillars outside the door with her hand.

It turned out that she was blind and blind.

I felt a sore nose and couldn't say a word. Although my classmate's bento dish is tempeh as usual every day, it is the eyes.

The mother who couldn't see it, carefully helped him pack the lunch, it was not just a lunch, but also the mother's full of love, even mixed with it.

The hair mixed in it is also a mother's love.