| Fan Fiction |
by Isa
walk over to the nearby pharmacy for some medicine for
your cold." Molly mother told her. They were staying
in Korea for two weeks on vacation. Molly's mother,
was a single mom, but a hardworker, and had saved up
for them to have a vacation there in Seoul.
Molly nodded, as she blew her nose on multiple tissues,
and sneezed a couple of times. "Okay mommy. Come back
soon." Her mother
nodded. That was the last memory Molly ever had of her
mother. Her mother's kind and loving, warm green eyes,
that were very expressive, her red hair, that cascaded
down her back in slight waves. On that very night, when
Molly was only four years old, her mother was struck
by a car. It was a stormy night, and the rain poured down
hard on the window panes of the hotel room, as Molly
huddled alone, beneath the comforter of the bed. Thunder
boomed loudly, and she hugged her knees, frightened
at the loud sound. Molly's mother was crossing the
street, when a driver, who couldn't see clearly with
all the rain, struck her. She was rushed to the hospital,
but died merely minutes after. Molly could remember the
frightening experience she had, people knocking on the door
of her hotel room, she didn't want to open it, because
her mother told her not to open it for strangers. She
peeked through the peephole of the door, and rushed back
into the bedroom, and hid under the bed sheets. Minutes
later, people burst through the door, but an asian
woman, came over to her, and said in a kindly tone,
although Molly could not understand at the time,
"Annyeong. Mrs. Park imnida. Irumi mwo shimnika?"
(Hello I'm Mrs. Park. What's your name?") Molly looked
at her very frightened, and confused. The woman smiled
at her. Luckily another person came who spoke
conversation english. "What is your name child?" Another
asian woman asked her. "M-Molly." She said softly, still
wondering what was going on. "Molly how nice. Come with
us dear please." The woman said to her. "But where's
my mommy?" Molly asked them, with wide eyes. The two
women exchanged glances. "She's gone dear. She
was hit by a car." The woman said, solemnly.
"Mommy? Gone? Nooo!!" Molly exclaimed tears streaming
down her face. "We're very sorry dear." The woman
said, and took her hand, but Molly jerked her hand
away. "No. Noo I want mommy. Please" Molly screamed,
begging and tears still falling down her face as she
wailed, crying. The women were feeling very bad. But
some men came, and helped bring her to Seoul Orphanage.
And ever since then, she'd been living at the orphanage.
15 years later...
"Yah. Molly. Shin Ae needs help with her
shoes. And after that, you have to go downtown to
your orchestra practice." Mrs. Jung said. "Neh." Molly
said. She was very kind, and took care of the younger
children. But she was the only foreigner there, and
often felt left out. But she was a talented cellist,
and played with the Philharmonic Orchestra in Korea.
Molly helped Shin Ae with her shoes. "Komawo unni."
Shin Ae said, to her. Molly nodded with a smile, and
left the orphanage with her cello, which had been donated
to her, seeing at how talented she was. She had a smile
on her face, as she stepped out into the brisk fresh
air, of spring morning. And she started her way to
the Seoul Performing Arts center.
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Isabel Santos Copyright 2009.
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