Ah, new words every day. Who wouldn’t want to live in the information age? It’s so exciting to be fast-paced and multicultural!

Well, I’ve been out of office for two weeks now, ne? And school is about to start up again. How pathetic, getting hooked on a korean tv show of all things. They’re as melodramatic as Mexicans with less propensity to laugh at themselves. Oh by the way, it’s a very good show. I say this purely and solely as a pitiful attempt at an excuse for neglecting my blog audience of 0. Ok, my give up. Actually I just want to tell someone all about it! Here goes…

16 years ago, when we were all very young, the daughter of a deaf woman fell in love with the boy who would become her step-brother and the mentally handicapped man who would become her father. She followed them everywhere. She carried their bags, mimicked their mannerisms, and tried to make them smile. The man was charmed, but the boy… was a different kettle of fish. Of beta fish, actually, whose kettle was placed a little too close to the mirror. He was clever, and hated having a family who could neither read nor write but only knew how to love.

This family kept mysteriously coming into contact with another family, one on the opposite end of the totem pole from themselves. This other family stunk of wealth, but seemed quite happy-until you saw the way the father and maternal grandfather looked at each other. Regardless, the step-son (so many broken families!) of this successful father befriended the step-daughter of the village idiot and fell head over heels for her. In a series of sensational accidents within the same week, the maternal grandfather and the girl’s deaf mother died, the rich boy had a fall resulting in major concussion and deafness, and the poor boy disappeared.

All of this pain was caused by one man. Is he sorry? Is the girl still waiting? Who are they all in love with now? What’s with all the messed-up mothers and-is one of them a ghost? I’m out of time to tell you, even if I’d finished watching 🙂 But the beauty of the show was in the way one man brought life and the other death, one son made hope and the other lost it, fathers and mothers who abandoned, neglected, and stole or loved, cherished, and nurtured children see the fruit of their own actions in their own lifetime.

One of my favourite bits of C. S. Lewis is from his book The Great Divorce. There he writes of nobody Sarah Smith that all who ever met her became her sons and daughters, and yet came back to their parents loving them more than ever before. All men who met her loved her in a way that made them love their wives. Sarah was married to a manipulative drama king who chose hell over heaven of his own free will. Ok, I admit it, I’m still just a kid. My favourite story is paradox-and Can You Hear My Heart is full of it. Full of people like that. People who deal with life in those two ways-the great ore-sama vs. the one who blesses everyone else. You don’t really have to guess who wins, but how they win is all the fun. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do, blogworld.


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