A
mother is lost in a crowded subway station and doesn't reappear. Only after she
went missing did all the family members care about her and realize her love and
devotion while tracking down her traces through Seoul streets.
The
first son, whose role is pivotal in every Korean household, didn't live up to
his mother's expectations and accordingly feels regretful. The author-daughter,
on whom the illiterate mother takes much pride, is contrite for neither
listening to her mom's repeated worries and requests nor taking earlier measures
on her chronic illness. The father is also guilt-tripped because he walked far
ahead of his wife, as usual, on the day of her disappearance and didn't notice
his wife wasn't on the train. His wife was more like a neglected slave rather
than a lifetime companion. He has been immature and irresponsible as a head and
once abandoned his family to live with another woman.
At
the end, the daughter prays to ask for her mom's well-being in front of Pieta
Maria who cries over dying Christ, but sadly, Mother is dead. The mother, even
as a reincarnated bird, visits her family to see if they're fine.
It's
very heartbreaking to imagine that the mother suffering from dementia has
wandered through Seoul. According to several witnesses, she is wearing blue
plastic sandals cut to the foot bone whose pustulant wound attracts flies. The
image looks so sad that I hoped they had seen a different woman.
From
the beginning the author addresses the daughter and Father as "you," which is
embarrassing and hard to understand the story. As I got used to it, I realized
that the writer is smart enough to use this literary device as a scolding tool
to intentionally make readers penitent.
The
mother's name is So-nyo which means an innocent, demure girl. The witnesses say
Mother's eyes are as honest and gentle as cows. She is indeed the epitome of
sacrificial, devoted mother of the particular generation. Isn't it too much that
Mother even secretly worked at an orphanage in her spare time? I've cried
enough.
The
mother figure in the book makes me keep thinking of my mom who has also lived a
life of sacrifice. I've been overwhelmed by my busy life and burden at work and
taken my mom's love for granted. Sometimes I even thought mom's worries about me
are annoying. Now I'm aware that my mom wasn't born as a mom and she also had a
time of being a girl. She wants to look beautiful, regardless of how old she is.
I have to be a reliable friend who has a special bond with her. By the way, the
other day when my mom called me on my way home from work late in the evening, I
wasn't that kind to her, to tell you the truth. I'm always her daughter. I can't
help it.
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