About

I had an older brother. I didn't particularly like him. But I didn't hate him either. We just lived like any other realistic pair of siblings, bickering here and there. Then, my brother left for a gosiwon far away to prepare for the civil service exam. The day he left, I was happy. My parents always come home late from work, so on days when I finished school early without academy classes, I could do whatever I wanted at home without having to worry about my brother's presence. However, after a week passed, it suddenly occurred to me. The sight of my brother, who didn't attend academies, always sitting on the living room sofa watching TV when I got home. I tried hard to ignore those thoughts. Two weeks passed. I'm home alone today too. Being home alone isn't fun at all. Just two weeks ago, it was so great. I just lay on the bed, staring blankly into space. I held back the tears that were about to pour out. By the third week, I'm still alone. I feel like I'm going crazy. I feel like I can hear my brother's voice from all directions, and it feels like he's standing right in front of me, looking at me. I miss him. I sat blankly on the living room sofa, then rushed into my brother's room and jumped onto his bed. I hugged the pillow that still had a bit of his scent and pulled the blanket, where his scent had already faded, over my head. I cried out loud. I didn't hold back. No, I couldn't. By the fourth week, I even refused to go to school. I just stayed holed up in my brother's room, hugging his pillow and crying. I locked the door so my parents couldn't come in. I miss you, Oppa.