When
I transferred to a new school, there was another transfer girl in my class
named Dasom. That’s all we had in similar. I was small, with a not-that-pretty,
plump face. She was tall and skinny with an adorable, oval face. I was coy and awkward.
But she was not. I wore a handed-down plain t-shirt, somber-colored pants and sneakers.
Dasom wore a floral dress that looked so great in spring, patent-leather shoes,
with her hair in braids. I felt so small standing beside her. In my mind, I
defined her as my enemy. But she wanted to be friends with me.
She invited me to her house one
day. At first, I was shocked because my family had moved so frequently that I
could not make friendships deep enough to be invited to their places. Whenever
I developed friendships, I had to leave for another school, adapt to that place
and make new relationships. However, this girl whom I considered my enemy
invited me over just a week after we met.
After the school was over, we walked
to her house. Passing by fancy clothing stores, Kyobo tower, and charmingly
decorated cafes, I drew in my mind how her house would be like. I was
definitely surprised when we got into an old apartment building, which seemed
to be the very first one to be built in the town. She lived in a house about
25pyeong, which was cramped for her mother, her father and her grown-up older
sister.
When we got into her room, which
provided space just enough for two, she took out a big plastic box full of toy
figures. I had thought she outgrew her childish habits and would not play with
those figures that appeared in cartoons. I was already done with those habits. Still,
we sat on the floor and made fantastic scenario, very much irrelevant to the
original stories, laughing so much that our jaws ached from smiling. I was glad
to find out that we both loved writing stories.
When we got tired of playing with
the figures, she took out a blanket so that we could lie down on the floor. We
stayed up whole night talking about any subject we wanted, from the boys in our
class to philosophical questions such as ‘why do we live.’ That was when we
found out that we had pretty much similar thoughts and visions. I was reassured
to have a friend that I could frankly share the very inner thoughts of me.
Except the fact that we went to different high
schools, nothing happened to us. We still get to see each other, but that is
only once or twice a year. Also, after we stayed apart, I have made new
wonderful friends. But the relationship with Dasom is the most meaningful one
because she is the one who taught me a surprising yet valuable lesson in
establishing relationships. You cannot predict how relationships would go like,
because your enemy can turn into your best friend.
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