Sweet and Sour Cotton Candy Doesn't Melt E-Book

Yeong Hwan Choi

• Herausgeber: epubli
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Seitenzahl: 151

Beschreibung

Sweet and sour cotton candy, pet dog Maltese "Hope" and "Lucky" who were once with me were shining stars in life. After going through two separations, I realized how much the love they left behind meant. "Hope" is a sour cotton candy "Lucky" is a sweet cotton candy The sweet and sour cotton candy remains in the heart forever. Their warm affection and innocence filled my heart sweetly, Every time their little tongue licked their face, they could taste the love. Like the softness of cotton candy, their warm body temperature and fur remained on the fingertips, creating longing. Like colorful cotton candy, White fur, pinkish belly, and deadly black jelly. I wonder if we took off all the cotton candy that was being handed over one by one. I've said so many things in my life that I love you. Reflecting on the sweet and sour memories, with a heartwarming story I want to share my longing and appreciation with you.

Leseprobe

Sweet and Sour

Cotton Candy Doesn't Melt

While every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the publisher assumes no responsibility for errors or omissions, or for damages resulting from the use of the information contained herein.

SWEET AND SOUR COTTON CANDY DOESN'T MELT

First edition. June 23, 2024.

Copyright © 2024 Yeong Hwan Choi.

ISBN: 979-8227225788

Written by Yeong Hwan Choi.

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Sweet and Sour Cotton Candy Doesn't Melt

<One day, I got cotton candy in my hand>

Episode 1 Two Cotton Candy

1-1 Please

1-2 Sour

1-3 It's sweet

Episode 2 cotton candy which the sky ate

2-1 At the edge of the rainbow bridge

2-2 Please come back

Episode 3 sticky cotton candy

3-1 to taste

3-2 Fragrance

3-3 Forever

<Cotton candy never melted>

Sweet and Sour

Cotton Candy Doesn't Melt

Yeong hwan Choi

EMAIL ｜[email protected]

https://.blog.naver.com/cyhchs12

(c) Sweet and Sour Cotton Candy Doesn't Melt 2024

<One day, I got cotton candy in my hand>

When I was a child, my sister and I begged our parents that we wanted to have a dog. My mom was strongly against it, but somehow we  found a white cotton candy. The friend who was as sour as his life was the Maltese 'Hope'.

The cotton candy, which was just 40 days old, attracted attention with its snow-white fur, sparkling eyes, and three black beans. It seems like yesterday, but it's been 20 years since we met.

When I was 15 years old, in my second year of middle school, I was on a sunny spring day and on a Saturday. My mother and sister were given cotton balls at a family home. We had another family. After that, they stayed with me for a long time and engraved precious memories in my heart.

The school bell rang. At that time, the concept of "Nolto" was divided into a Saturday off every other week and a Saturday when school was on the way. Mom was waiting in front of the school gate with my younger brother in tow. My mom searched the internet portal 'Yahoo' one week ago without our knowledge, and for some reason she seemed to have changed her mind.

Rumble. That's how I did everything with the angel I met there. Time passed, and when I was about to enter college, the military, a job at a large company, and a civil servant, I met another cotton candy, a lucky one. It wasn't until I was 12 years old that sweet and sour cotton candy with a familiar flavor came to my house. Apparently they were the same Maltese, so they looked and looked somewhat alike, but they didn't have that flavor as much as they were attractive.

The time I spent with Lucky brought me a different kind of happiness, and those were the most precious days for me.

The memories of the old cotton candy were rich in all of my formative years, and her love was indescribable.

However, the moment of separation that came suddenly one day came with an overwhelming sadness. At the age of 17, after the cotton candy went somewhere, I felt the emptiness of the empty place and was filled with nostalgia. Two years later, the second piece of cotton candy disappeared from view at the early age of seven. My heart ached again at the unexpected series of breakups, and it hurt like the sky was about to fall.

As the dark-haired beast experienced two heartbreaking breakups, he realized how much the love left behind by the cotton candy with its white fur inside out meant to him. Finally, a year later, when the great waves in the tsunami stopped and the gentle ripples echoed in my mind, I wrote to make memories with my babies.

Her calm heart throbbed again, and tears welled up in her eyes. 'Hope' and 'Luck' were like shining stars in my life. Did the two cotton candy be blown away by the wind? Or did he turn into a cloud and ascend to the sky? Or did it melt away with the tears and runny nose?

It is a heartwarming story that those who have sent their dogs to each other can relate to, and I want to share their longing and gratitude with them.

Episode 1 Two Cotton Candy

I still remember the first day I met Hope. Fast forward 21 years, and the school scene unfolds before your eyes. In the middle of the classroom was a green chalkboard, and the chalk was contrasted in three colors: white, red, and blue. The chalk eraser was used to shake chin chin powder off the wall every cleaning time, or to make a loud 'whirring~~~' sound. In front of the classroom, there was a Taegukgi flag and a school song written on it, and not to mention the air conditioner, the fan with the cover removed was spinning from side to side. On the left side of the front of the classroom, a fat CRT TV, instead of the current LCD monitor, sits heavily in a yellow cabinet.

As many as 40 students filled the classroom in one class, and 13 classes were buzzing. Beyond the '90s, when only the strong survived, and closer to the 2002 World Cup, it was an unusually hot early summer day when the cicadas began to chirp.

It was CA time on Saturday. At that time, Korea had just changed from a six-day workweek to a five-day work week, and middle school students used to go to school every other Saturday. It ends before lunchtime, and the subjects are organized as group activities, such as movies, soccer, and bowling. On that day, too, in the summer heat, we huddled together in the classroom and watched a movie. The friends huddled in front of the TV, enjoying "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone."

"Wow, Harry is so cool!" One of my friends yelled.

"That's right, I want to use magic like Harry." Another friend replied.

The hands of the clock ticked to noon, and the sound of Tiri Li Li Li signaled the end of the day with the clamor of the children to see more movies. I trudged through the playground and out of the school gates. For some reason, my mom parked the car on the side of the road and waited for me with my sister. I didn't ask what was going on, I got into the car, but I remember seeing my brother's face unusually bright. It was the first time we went to see cotton candy.

Today, there are a variety of dog breeds, including bichons, schnauzers, bulldogs, huskies, and Pomeranians, but back then it was common for friends to have Yorkshire terriers, Shih Tzu, and occasionally Maltese and poodles. And before you know it, the Maltese suddenly became popular with Koreans and became the number one player in the rankings. We headed to a two-room building that was a 10-minute drive away. Along the way, I had a conversation with my mom and sister.

"Mom, that puppy is so pretty! I can't wait to see you."

"She was very cute in the photo. He looked healthy," Mom replied.

My sister was already busy deciding on a name. "I think 'Hope' would be good. Hope is a beautiful name!"

Upon arrival, a woman in her early 30s opened the door and greeted me. And at the same time, there was a 'poooch' sound. The puppy looked healthy and I remember him as about five years old. She told me that she had given birth to four cubs, and that one had already been delivered. Of the three remaining dogs, only two were going to be given away, so she said she would raise one with her mother.

We drank the juice and couldn't take our eyes off the cubs and their mom. One boy and two girls. Two of the three went under the couch and didn't come out, and one of the only boys came to us and flirted with us, but our family wanted a female. I'm also a man, so I like princesses for animals. Meanwhile, a girl under the couch started licking over the juice cups that my sister and I were drinking. It was so adorable, we all burst out laughing.

"Do you like him?" she asked cautiously.

She seemed to have already lost her heart for the baby. "yes, I like him. It's so cute," he said, slowly approaching our cautiously outstretched hand and sniffing it. In that moment, I felt a special connection to her. A small, white-haired cotton candy. His eyes were a mixture of curiosity and fear.

We decided to get the puppy. When she tried to take her away, the mother puppy followed her to the door and stared at her daughter endlessly. Will the heart of a mother who struggles twice be crushed? It was salty for nothing.

The younger sister saw the sad look in the mother's eyes, and then cautiously approached the mother and said to her:

"It's okay, I'll take care of your baby. Don't worry too much, my family will love you very much."

The younger sister comforted the mother puppy by gently stroking her head. The mother looked at her sister with sad eyes and wagged her tail slightly. His eyes were always sad, but he seemed a little relieved by the warm comfort. As she walked out the door, she kept looking back and waving to her mother. The mother just watched her daughter leave.

I wonder if the cotton candy in the car will melt in the hot weather. I turned on the air conditioner right away, but the weather was so bad that I stuck my tongue out. Even the way she looked was so adorable, but she didn't seem to know how to say goodbye to her mother yet. My family, who are raising dogs for the first time, brought in a small piece of cotton, but just in case, we prepared a soft cushion in a fairly large box.

Hope curled up inside, looking around. Mom got behind the wheel and occasionally looked back to talk to Hope.

"Hope, our house is yours now. I'll love you a lot."

Hope tilted her head in response to her mother's voice. The sun was shining through the window, and the trees were dyed green. Occasionally the leaves rustled in the breeze passing by, and before I knew it, she was sitting on my lap and looking at the scenery curiously. The little sister gently touched the angel's little feet and smiled. "Hope is our family now. I love you a lot, and I need you to take good care of me."

As soon as we got home, we were excited to welcome our new family. Cotton candy looked around with her small body, and then curled up in a tired little body and fell asleep. My mom, my sister, and I watched silently.

"She's like an angel. I'll get you a cushion," my sister whispered.

Mom smiled as she listened to Hope's small breathing.

"What a beautiful baby."

While I slept on the soft cushions, I bought a lot of extra items on the internet as if it were my first time raising a puppy. A small bed, a soft blanket, a variety of toys, bath products, and even food.

My dad got home from work. As soon as I opened the door, I entered the living room and smiled brightly at Hope.

"Oh, a pretty angel has come to our house!" said Dad.

"Dad, this child's name is Hope. It's so cute, isn't it?" she said. Dad gently stroked the little head of Hope who had gone to dreamland.

"It's really cute. Let's take care of it."

But on the first night, Cotton Candy started crying all night. "Whimper, whin," she cried, as if calling out to her mother in a small voice, and the whole family was heartbroken. I brought her to my room and carefully laid her down on the soft cushions I had prepared next to her bed so that she could calm down.

The crying didn't stop in my room. "Whimper," I couldn't help but see my tiny body trembling. He held out his hand and stroked his white fur and whispered. "Hope, it's okay. I'm going to sleep here."

Eventually, I stayed up all night watching her. When she stopped crying with the soft, warm sound of her breathing, she would doze off for a while, but as soon as she started crying again, she would wake up. Somehow, the first night passed, and the morning light came in through the window.

Everyone in the family smiled as they recounted their first night with Hope. "It's been a lot of work," Mom said.

"Hope will adjust soon," Dad added.

At that time, South Korea was just beginning to establish its pet culture. Compared to the way dogs are raised in Western Europe or North America, we were clumsy and lacking. And people's awareness wasn't deep.

At that time, Korea was growing rapidly and moving towards becoming a developed country, but there was a lack of information and awareness about animals as well as pet dogs. A time of barbarism, shall we?

Although the animal protection laws are still poor in Korea, at that time, dyed chicks, turtles, and birds were sold in front of schools, and people put living hamsters and crayfish in the claw machines and put coins as if they were entertaining. And without proper information, out of curiosity and fun, they raised various creatures, and often died on the way, but now that I think about it, I was really ignorant and ignorant. In the same way, like other children my age, I raised chicks, birds, and hamsters, and I kept grasshoppers in dragonflies and square plastic containers.  It was a time when they caught grasshoppers, dragonflies, and cicadas. "I'm eating chili peppers.... Soothe and eat...

While looking for cicadas, a lady from the next neighborhood said on the porch, "I caught a cicada here, so take it!" There was a time when I was yelling. In the early 2000s, the doors were open, and neighbors came and went frequently. Perhaps because of this, there was a lot of affection between human beings.

The world has changed a lot now. The love of humanity has disappeared and the awareness of animals and living things has increased somewhat. That's how important it is to change social perceptions. Having killed so many lives when I was young, I am ashamed of my ignorance, and sometimes I miss the days of innocence. Now, in the midst of these changes, I feel that my life is getting deeper as I get older.

After all, dogs in those days were no exception. It was a time when people in the countryside still kept them outside with a pretty thick rope around their necks. It was our first time getting a dog, so we didn't have enough of it.

In addition to online purchases, when I went to the supermarket to buy something for cotton candy, I bought a toilet box with a structure like a cage. The baby's poop and urine dripped to the bottom. Now that I think about it, it was a very incongruous thing for that cute creature. Of course, Hope never once stepped inside a prison-like cage. The automatic waterer, which comes out only when the water is licked with the tongue, is stuck in the shed for life.

I also bought too much baby food. At first, it had no teeth, so it was soaked in water and dissolved like baby food. And it seems that the toys I bought were not suitable for teeth grinding. That's why he would bite our socks after school.

The sight of cotton candy running around with its socks in its twitching steps was so cute. As time went on, it became more and more active. Especially when the teeth grinding period came, I remember browsing around the house and tickling the corner wallpaper or on my head and biting my hair.

One day I found a white baby tooth in my sock that was being bitten by a cotton candy that looked like a small wild animal. "Mommy, hope has lost its teeth!" I exclaimed, and she smiled. "I'm becoming an adult now."

After the baby teeth fell out, the adult dog's teeth were reborn, but the habit of biting things continued until he became an old dog. We used to take him to the vet regularly to keep him healthy. In particular, he visited frequently to get a heartworm shot.

There were two veterinary clinics near my home. One side was run by a male veterinarian, and although the hospital looked a bit messy, he had the reputation of graduating from Seoul National University. On the other hand, the other was a hospital run by a female veterinarian, and it was always neat and the equipment was kept clean.

Since Korea is a nation that dies and dies when it comes to Seoul National University, we used to go to hospitals with male veterinarians because of our fame, but gradually we changed our direction to hospitals run by female veterinarians.

"It's really nice and clean here," Mom said. "Hope seems to be more comfortable."

There, she took care of her and received the necessary vaccinations and treatment.

However, on my second visit to the hospital, I became extremely sensitive when I saw the sharp needle of the syringe. His little body trembled, and he struggled to get away from the vet. Even though the needle didn't touch my skin, I whined loudly and snuggled. Seeing this, the vet put the medicine in my sister's hand. She flinched as she took the medicine in her hand and carefully applied it to the back of her neck, but then she calmed down as if relieved by the warm touch.

We bought another one. Another small bed was soft and cozy, and the toys came in different colors and shapes to match the teething. But for some reason, it didn't suit my taste in cotton candy. Hope was more interested in everyday human use than in the things we bought.