My child has a disability. (2)
“oh my!”
“Siaya!”
“Go to a good place without pain, Shiaya. to a good place.”
After the inauguration ceremony, the bereaved families got on the bus.
Looking out of the bus window, Jaehoon tapped his left temple as if tapping a desk with his finger.
When the bus stopped at a red light, Jaehoon saw a convenience store.
It seemed that my brother was asking.
‘Brother, what are you doing here?’
Jaehoon muttered.
“Convenience store, a general store that is open 24 hours a day for the convenience of customers. It handles daily necessities and groceries.”
‘What is a customer?’
“Customers are Jaehoon, my sister Xia, and people.”
A bicycle passed in front of a convenience store.
‘Brother, what’s that name?’
This time, Jaehoon murmured.
“A vehicle on which a person sits and turns the wheels with the power of both legs. You sit on the saddle, hold the steering wheel with your hands, and alternately step on the pedals with both feet to turn the wheels with a chain.”
Jaehoon blinked his eyes.
It seemed that his brother’s voice could no longer be heard.
Jaehoon’s expression slowly softened.
“Uncle Kim Do-tae killed Xia. I killed Sia.”
His fingers tapped his left temple even faster.
“Killed. Sia. Uncle Kim Do-tae killed him.”
The bus took two hours to reach the crematorium.
The coffin containing Im Si-ah began to roar with flames.
Tears from the bereaved family continued to flow down their cheeks.
Lim Jae-hoon, who was standing there, muttered.
“Our Sia is warm. Not hot. warm up.”
The final end of Im Si-ah, who lived a 23-year-old life, burned up and turned into a handful of powder in an hour and a half.
The parents who returned home after enshrining them in the ossuary still couldn’t believe the reality.
It seemed as if Sia would open the front door and come in at any moment.
Mother said to Jaehun with watery eyes.
“Jaehoon. Are you tired? go in and sleep go in.”
Jaehoon went to the refrigerator and opened the door.
Jaehoon, who was looking around inside the refrigerator, opened his mouth.
“Mom, there is no chocolate milk. Chocolate milk.”
Mom sighed and said.
“Jaehoon-ah, chocolate milk is now…”
She let out a long breath as if to catch her heart.
“Go buy something and eat it.”
The convenience store wasn’t far away, so I went back and forth often, and my son wasn’t the one who lost his house.
“I’m coming.”
After leaving the house, Jaehoon went straight to the convenience store.
After a few minutes, Jaehoon arrived at the convenience store and stopped without going inside.
He tapped his left temple and was staring at the front.
If Jae-hoon moved further and walked, he could see Kim Do-tae’s house.
Blinking his eyes, Jaehoon finally turned around and entered the convenience store.
I chose chocolate milk and handed over the bill.
“thank you.”
“Receipt, please.”
I had a habit of always taking the receipt with me after paying.
“good bye.”
Jaehoon, who came out, memorized the nutritional information of chocolate milk without looking at it.
“Sodium 100mg 6% Carbohydrates, 32mg 10%, Sugars 27g 27%, Fat 2.3g 4%, Saturated Fat 1.3g 4%, Cholesterol 10mg 3%, Protein 8g 15%, Calcium 280mg 40%. 180 kcal for a total volume of 235 mL.”
Jaehoon, who spoke like a robot, immediately drank the chocolate milk.
After I finished drinking, I tore up the milk carton to reduce the volume and put it in the trash.
Then, after looking for a while the way I came, I started walking in the opposite direction.
To the house where Kim Do-tae lives.
“One, two, three. Four, five…”
Jaehoon started counting each step he took.
how long did it take
Jaehoon’s footsteps stopped.
“One thousand two hundred and fifty.”
It was the number of steps he had taken.
Jaehoon tapped his left temple and opened his mouth as if calculating.
“Jaehoon’s stride length is 60cm. I walked one thousand two hundred and fifty steps. 75,000 cm in cm, 750 m in meters.”
Jaehoon turned and looked at the blue gate with a small yard.
It was Kim Do-tae’s house.
“Until here, there was no CCTV. There was no CCTV.”
bang! bang! bang!
Jaehoon’s hand knocked on the door.
“Uncle, Jaehoon has arrived. Jaehoon.”
bang! bang!
“Please open the door.”
bang!
Then, along with the sound of the front door opening, a nervous voice was heard.
“The door will break. who are you?”
“I’m Lim Jae-hoon.”
“who?”
The door opened with that voice.
He was 42 years old, about 173 tall, and a middle-aged man with a beard growing to his cheeks.
The double eyelids were thick.
He also knew Lim Jae-hoon.
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Kim Do-tae, who gathered his forehead while watching Lim Jae-hoon, looked around.
“Why did you come?”
The smell of alcohol wafted up.
“Your uncle killed our Shia.”
“What is this crazy psychopath talking about? You said you committed suicide? You said you hanged yourself with your own hands? F*ck you, do you know what my life has become because of her!? This f*cking world…”
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Kim Do-tae asked to break his teeth, as if swallowing the boiling anger with red bloodshot eyes.
“My uncle killed me. My little sister, Si-ah.”
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Kim Do-tae brought his face closer to Lim Jae-hoon and whispered.
“Hey you psychopath. don’t be a b*tch go away. Before I really kill you.”
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Kim Do-tae, who left those words, said the gate slammed! I closed it and entered the house.
Lim Jae-hun quickly tapped his left temple.
“I live alone. Uncle Kim Do-tae lives alone.”
Lim Jae-hoon, who was muttering, looked at the fence that allowed him to cross into the yard.
“Jaehoon is 177cm tall. Fence height 160 cm. Jaehoon can go beyond. Jaehoon can go beyond.”
Lim Jae-hoon muttered and turned back to the house.
“One, two, three. Four, five…”
So he moved again, counting his steps.
* * *
When Jaehoon returned home, his mother, who was helplessly sitting on the sofa, spoke.
Dad was in the room.
“Did you buy chocolate milk? Why are you so late?”
“walk. Jaehoon walked three thousand two hundred and twenty-two steps.”
Mom let out a long breath and brushed her hair.
“Yes, our Jaehoon must be sleepy, so go to your room and sleep.”
“Yeah. I’ll wash my hands before I go in.”
Lim Jae-hun, who was washing his hands in the bathroom, suddenly looked in the mirror.
‘My brother is the most handsome.’
Jaehoon, who blinked, entered his room.
There were many books inside.
I could say that almost all of them were novels, but most of them were mystery novels.
Among them, Lim Jae-hun picked a book called ‘Closed Room Game’.
No matter how much I read, the pages were full of hand marks.
Lim Jae-hun, who was turning the pages, stopped his actions as if he had found the phrase he wanted.
And I read the text down.
“People only see what they want to see. Find someone to resent. You only see the situation and do not observe it. It’s because you pre-determine the object of your resentment.”
After putting ‘Closed Room Game’ on the bookshelf, Jaehoon took out another book.
[How do people remember]
Lim Jae-hoon started turning the pages again. And, as before, it stopped at some writing.
“People with event nature remain in the memory of others for a long time. In other words, the same goes for people with outstanding looks, people who are interesting, people with high positions, and people who act unexpectedly. People who have events that are different from others instill different emotions in others and become memorable.”
Lim Jae-hoon, who had lost his writing, looked in the mirror.
own event.
Lim Jae-hoon said while looking in the mirror.
“I have a disability. Lim Jae-hoon has a disability.”
Lim Jaehoon tapped his left temple.
“I have a disability. Disabled…”
Lim Jae-hoon, who had been muttering, changed his words this time.
“Sia is dead. Uncle Kim Do-tae must die too. must die must die! Uncle Kim Do-tae must die too!”
Jaehoon Lim turned his head and looked at the bookshelf.
Where his gaze was fixed, there was a book called ‘CSI’.
Just then, the door burst open and Dad came in.
“Jaehoon, what did you just say?”
Jaehoon blinked and looked around.
“Jaehun bought chocolate milk and came here.”
The father held his son’s face with both hands.
“What did you just say? Tell me.”
“Jaehoon is sleepy. Dad Jaehoon is sleepy.”
Dad let out a shaky sigh and let go of his son’s face.
“Okay, come on. hurry.”
Dad closed the door and left as he watched his son lie down on the bed.
Then she leaned her back against her son’s door and closed her eyes.
‘Uncle Kim Do-tae must die too!’
I listened carefully to my son’s voice.
The son with a disability also expressed roughness, but it was proof that he was immersed in sadness.
Dad washed his face dry and sighed again.
then suddenly
A flash of light passed through my mind.
‘What if a person with a disability commits murder?’
Dad searched for something on his phone like a man possessed.
[Autism Murder]
– A 20-year-old man who was accused of throwing and killing an infant was acquitted.
Although the suspicion of murder is fully acknowledged, he is severely autistic and unable to discern objects or loses his mind…
I also searched for other precedents.
[Not guilty, suspended sentence, suspended sentence, suspended sentence, not guilty…]
Murders committed by mentally ill people suffering from autism have been sentenced to acquittal and numerous suspended sentences.
He looked at his phone with trembling eyes and hurriedly approached his wife, who was in her daughter’s room.
He spoke like someone possessed by something.
“Honey, look at this.”
Her eyes gradually widened as she stared at the phone her husband held out helplessly.
She raised her head hastily and looked at her husband.
I immediately knew what my husband was thinking.
“Are you crazy!?”
My husband spoke like a crazy person.
“You can be innocent! The guy who made our Shia like that. shouldn’t I die? uh?”
The wife’s breath trembled as she looked at her husband.
he opened his mouth again.
“You’re a bastard who gets drunk every day. alcoholic. you can do it. I can!”
She shook her head, wanting to send sympathetic eyes.
“You are not crazy right now. Wake. It’s not what Sia wants from her brother.”
She grabbed her husband by the shoulder, shook him, and sobbed.
“Wake. hehehe! Come to your senses!”
Her husband, who was shaking in her hand, sat down on the floor.
And covered his face with both hands.
Tears leaked from his hands and dripped onto the floor.
My wife was right.
I had a crazy thought for a while.
It was a crazy idea.
morning that day.
slit. Tick. Tick.
Husband and wife lay in bed with their eyes closed, unable to sleep.
All I could think of was my daughter who had gone to heaven.
Before Kim Do-tae was released from prison, he thought about moving, but the family situation was not easy.
I should have been earning more money….
At that moment, the couple could hear their son’s door open.
And the sound of someone opening the front door and leaving.
My son had never been out in the morning.
However, the couple closed their eyes even more without moving.
Tears welled up in the wife’s eyes, and Dad held his breath and gnashed his molars .