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♦️ Kangnam, South Korea Director of Jeil Hospital Story Winter of the '60s, At the foot of Inwangsan Mountain in Seoul, there are three thatched houses. People who are stuck together and poor. He was continuing his life day by day. Yibin Village Put a steamer in front of the toenmaru of Gilgatjip at the entrance. A small one that hangs and steams dumplings. There was a store. Steamed dumplings. Put it on the lid of the pot. Make dumpling filling. Making dumpling skin and selling dumplings to customers. The name of the owner of the dumpling shop who does everything by himself is. It was Sundeok's aunt. Let's go after Ipdong. It’s gotten pretty cold. Every day. Every day, a young brother and sister pass by the dumpling shop with a bundle and put their cold hands on the pot lid. It would melt on top and go. One day, Sundeok. Ajimae came to the dumpling place in the kitchen. I prepared blood, and the little siblings had already left. I was walking around the edge of an alley. At first glance, I remember. It seemed that a dumpling was missing on the lid of the pot. The brother and sister are going. I followed the alley soon. I think they stole dumplings. I was going to scold him. At that time, Kkoburang. I'm just chasing up the alley, The children cried. Right away. It was the brother and sister, sobbing. My crying sister said in a thirsty voice. "I I've never had a thief's brother. From now on. Don't even call me sister." My younger brother, who was about six or seven years old, cried and said. "It's my sister. I did something wrong. I won't do that again." Hiding yourself next to the wall. Will Sundeok's aunt soothe her siblings? I think I'll be more embarrassed while doing it. I'm back. The next day. A brother and sister with a bundle came down the alley. He stopped walking in front of the dumpling shop. My sister put a coin on the toenmaru. I muttered as I let go. "Yesterday Because the lady is not here, on credit. You took a dumpling." One evening. The brother and sister who were carrying a bundle all day. He didn't melt his hand and passed by. Sundeok's Ajimae called the siblings. "Guys, I can't sell my heart-broken dumplings. Let's eat together." Sister. Thank you for smiling a little bit. I said I'd like to go home and have dinner. As I dragged my younger brother's hand up. "If you get a habit of getting it, you become a real beggar. Okay?" I was doing it. Young brother The soft voice of soothing is in the cold wind. It was carried away and touched Sundeok's aunt's ears. One day, a bundle. I asked the siblings who were carrying it down again. "What is that bag and where are you going?" Becoming an older sister. The girl walked only looking at the ground and said, "Grandma. I'm going on an errand." Dry Just one word. I became more curious. Sundeok's aunt asked me all over the place. The siblings. I found out the house situation. Not long ago, here. It's almost like volunteering in Seochon. Grandma and young siblings, these three family members. It was to move here and live in poverty. Still. Grandma's sewing skills are so good that Jongno-tong. If you leave your reluctance to sew in the cloth store, the young siblings will walk through Jahamun Gate to Jongno Tong. It means that they carry a bag of sewing. The father of the siblings. The following year after my death, my mother, too. After giving birth to a well-to-do younger brother, everyone stopped. He suddenly resigned from this world. Eungdal Jin The bitter winter in the empty village at the foot of Inwangsan Mountain. We've come. My younger brother. Even after stealing a dumpling, the siblings I still go back and forth in front of the dumpling shop. Put your hands on the pot lid. Let alone melt it, turn your head. I was turning away and passing by. "Your mother's name. It's a salary, it's a salary, right?" One day, Sundeok. Ajimae passes in front of the store. I grabbed the siblings and asked them. Surprised. The siblings stop and look at me. "Oh, Bong-im. It's so hard to meet your son and daughter like this. Thank you, Shin Myung." Brother and sister. Tears in my hugging aunt's eyes. It starts to collect, "With your mom. I was a friend when I was young. My house was torn apart. Your mother, who lives well in your house and is compassionate. Put rice in my house and beans. I brought you sacks each." After that day, the siblings When I go up in the evening, I always go to the dumpling shop. I heard it and ate dumplings that made me burst. Holding dumplings packed by Sundeok's Ajimae. I brought it to my grandmother. Sundeok Ajimae Go to the dong office and search the family register. The name of the brother and sister's dead mother is Sinbong. I found out that. Since then. When making dumplings, make sure to do a few at all. I deliberately tore the dumpling skin. Inwangsan Daldongne When the dumplings that burst into the dumpling pot are cooked. The dumpling pot shed tears. And, One day, more than 30 years later, a dumpling shop. There's a luxury car standing in front of you, middle-aged. The gentleman got off. The gentleman is in the store. Grab the old woman's hand with a comb of dumplings. The gentleman shed tears. I'm spilling and looking at my grandmother. "Who is it?" The gentleman is a grandmother. He says he's the son of his friend Bong-im. The old woman at the dumpling restaurant. Only then did I remember the siblings in the past. The two were sobbing silently. He's right. Graduated from Seoul National University Medical School and is prestigious. After studying at an American university, I became the hospital director. Bongim's son, Choi Nak-won Gangnam. I'm the director of Cheil Hospital. After reading this article, I leave the day with tears of emotion this morning. More than your adult. more adult, elegant values, And the noble dignity of the owner of the dumpling shop. You bow your head. a splendid academic background Career is really compared to their lives. Was it in the upper hand? Around us. Even today, such a beautiful story. What could be written in the future, just in case. I want to ask myself or if I'm around. And all the children in the world are like this. I don't know if I can grow up as a child. It makes you think. Also, Who is my neighbor? I... Who are your friends? A person is 60 years old. If you pass it over, don't count the age you've lived around me. A glass of alcohol or a cheap food. How many friends or neighbors do you have to eat with sometimes? We have to count if it works. The more, the more. It's not a life success. Still. who didn't selfishly live in vain Because it's life.