Gone

17.

'Near Namsan Tower, road no. 16, flat no.- p/36'

My lips curved when I received an address from Ye Jun. Yes, it's true that I don't like staying with my mom so I am going to his place for a break but...I want to go there for another reason. I want to see him more. I want to be with him all the time.

"Knock! Knock!", my mom said in a funny tone like a squirrel.

"The door is open," I kept my phone down.

"Aah! Sweetie, you were supposed to ask who. We will do it once again, ok?", She said and once again went outside the room.

Why she keeps acting like a stubborn when she knows that this won't prove her innocent? I am not a five year old who will forgive her just by a lemon and orange flavoured lollipop.

"Knock! Knock!", she did that again.

"Who's there?", I acted as if I'm curious for this mentally retarded lady.

"Barbie."

"Barbie who?"

"Barbie q chicken!", she laughed like a wild horse and came inside.

"Now what do you want mom?", I asked irritably.

"Umm...I just wanted to know what you're going to wear today."

"I don't think my birthday falls in winter, and I don't find any other important day to get ready."

"My stupid bear! You're invited at Ye Jun's house for slumber!"

"I remember. So what do you want me to do? Wear a disco dancer's dress?"

"You surely do ask a lot of questions," she exhaled and pushed me towards the dressing table. "Come sit here."

She pointed towards the mirror, "can you see those big cute eyes and saffron tint on your cheeks? Your plump, shiny, rose-coloured lips and wavy hairs running through your shoulders... beautiful!"

Little by little, her voice was melting in my ears and making my sleepy eyes hard to stay awake. This sound....her voice was different, as if I've heard this before. I look down to concentrate. Her melody is similar to...a woman who used to tie my hairs and made me wear my shoes. I'm getting to know myself. My erased childhood images are flashing infront of my eyes, where there are only two people...only two. Me and a lady. She is sweet, caring, loving. She is....she is someone with whom I used to play all day. Someone who used to feed me even after knowing the fact that I'll throw up within minutes.

"You are strong!", my mom said and lifted my face.

I look deeply in my eyes and now it's hypnotizing me. I could see something else than my own face. A person, with whom I would love to have a night walk. A person who will choose the lovers card with me. The only person who is allowed at my favourite place. It is the only person whose mistakes and flirty lines are ignored or forgiven. The person bleeds and easily gets bruised. Someone who fills his appetite just by seeing me. He is like a student and I am his maths book, he solves all my problems. Someone whom...I love.

"Ye Jun," her voice brought me back to reality.

"Huh?"

"Now you are ready to visit him."

I blinked once and realized that she has put some light make up on me, curled my hairs and fixed a rectangular glittered hair clip.

"Smile and become the most loved girl in the world," she added.

Years! I am feeling happy and confident. Even if it's strange for me to accept that my mom is this close to me, I am not surprised. It seems like all these have happened before. Was our relation ever this happy? Were we ever a real mother and daughter?