
My mother advise me to spend some time with my brother in the Japan, so i went to Japan. I expected it to be more traditional there. Japan is wonderful, the beach, the nature, the people and of course my brother there. But im bored. After 3 months my suitcase was packed and i left Japan on a airplane.
I received the call from my elder sister Eden residence in Korea that my father was unconscious in the hospital. It was my birthday when he passed away. He wasn't ill or anything, I would have never left if he was. He died of heart attack which can happen anytime without warning. I had to go back to Japan and make it worthwhile, what for have I been so far away, I was somehow paralyzed and I knew going back to work would help me feel normal. Acceptance is the keyword. We are all so small, doesn't matter if you're successful, rich or on a powertrip at the end we all die. My parents always gave me a lot of freedom, so when they clearly said No to something I would definitely obey. And besides I often wish I would have listen more to what my mother told me, so now its my dad who has the last word and I really taking that serious.
