Yellow
☰ yellow: 7 facts about my muse’s childhood
open a photo album and take a look inside;
◇ see a big garden & little boy sitting in the arms of an old woman and their faces all smiles: not a weekend would pass without him spending it with granny by his side, manners were taught by the old lady with a golden heart, most of the time, his mother & grandma would be the only ones around, thus how much he values the presence of ladies and the respect they should have.
◇ turn the page now, what do you see? the same boy, surrounded by puppies to his feet: granny did not only raise him, but various animals as well, a child taking after his grandmother’s steps, developed a soft spot for animals just like the old lady with a golden heart. having the first dog named pluto, then a cat, and a dog again, a lizard once, even hamsters and fish as well, and lastly he wanted a baby lion!— but it was him dreaming & rambling again, and his mother shaking her head and patting his hair.
◇ flip another…look at sulky face and a bandaged head: he was always known as brave, but his mother would insist on the reckless term, when the ball gets stuck high on the tree he’ll be the first to volunteer and get it, when the little girl with the pigtails fell and hit her knee, he’d be the first to offer a piggyback even though he was exhausted, when the bullies came to take over the playground he’d be the first to frown and stand in their way. brave little boy, perhaps reckless, but brave nonetheless.
◇ now the bottom picture…it’s him again, same kid, different green field: though his father wasn’t around much, when he did come and visit, the man was determined to make a perfect example out of the boy, make a promising athlete out of him, from soccer, to basketball, to swimming and a bit of baseball he tried them all.
◇ a little older now, but the dimples remained the same, hand saluting in a ridiculous way and a missing tooth so evident to display: he was asked during that time, “if you had to choose what to become when you get older what would you say siwon-ah?” he’d smile with his dimples and set up a face, hold up one finger and say; “i want to become a policeman! have a police car! and a badge i can show to my friends!” how naive were exaggerated gestures of a boy his age.
◇ another picture, it’s that beautiful garden once again, but where’s the old woman, and where’s the smile on his face: the old lady with a golden heart, she left her beautiful garden, with her thrilling stories roaming the air, she left the animals for his care, she left and became an angel, and it was the first time he lost a woman so special to him, the first time of others to come.
◇ now this one’s a few years later, watch two flower boys with their arms around each other’s shoulders, take a look at the smiles of children growing to men: stepping out of childhood and into the years of teenagers, that’s when they met, all the way through adulthood, these were the faces of two best friends, who would have thought, the two boys who sat at the back of the class, stuck in their own world, one became a respected professor the other turned into a noble officer.
so close the album, reminisce over the past, think of old days and those to come, time to put up new pictures, so stay with him through the path of future prime.