The time when my parents used to smile.

The time when we were happy.

But....

Everything changed when my father went on an overseas business trip.

My mother called him every single day, suspecting he was having an affair.

Stressed out, my father spat out cold words.

"Let's get a divorce the day I return to Korea."

"I'll take #^$@ with me too."

"What are you talking about?"

"Are you tired of me?"

"Is there another woman?"

"Honey?"

"I'm sorry."

"At least let me take ₩#@% with me."

That was the last conversation I heard between my father and mother.

My father eventually gave in to my mother's demands.

And I ended up living with my mother.

That night

I cried.

Because I missed my father,

And because I wanted to see my mother smile.

But seeing me cry, my mother claimed I must be possessed by an evil spirit.

She dragged me to the abandoned cathedral.

In front of the central statue of the cathedral,

She forced me to my knees.

She tied my hands in a prayer position,

And forced a crucifix into my mouth.

That was repeated for 18 years.

Whenever I cried or disobeyed her, she dragged me to the cathedral.

Quietly, so very quietly,

I immersed myself in my studies, making sure not to upset my mother.

I got into the university I wanted,

Thanks to the money my father sent me every month behind my mother's back,

I even found a studio apartment.

But...

My body was already broken