By Eomma, November 16, 2019 — Ever since I was a child, I have always loved flowers. Everywhere I went I would look for them and pick them to bring home. I remember we would go to my aunt’s house on the mountainside. I grew up in Korea so there were a lot of mountains. She lived right by one. I was really close with my cousin and she would always show me and my aunt the purple flowers she had. They were beautiful and I wanted my own. She said they only grew up in the mountain. She said she would take me to get some for myself. So we followed the road up the mountain. It was steep and scary. I kept losing my balance and when we got to the top I stepped on a rock and slipped. I slipped so much I fell and rolled back down the mountain. My cousin ran after me. She took me back to my aunts and they helped me. Everyone around the town though said that I had fallen down the mountain, and died. Everyone believed it too. The next day when I went to school everyone screamed and freaked out because they thought I was dead. I still love flowers and I am 84. I believe I have lived so long because I “died” at such a young age. Don’t take life for granted.
