Cho Se-Hui

“Several times a day a group of people we had never seen before would tour the neighborhood. That was the only time the young children in their dirty clothes stopped crying. Even the browbeaten dogs of shouting owners stopped barking and retreated. The entire neighborhood grew calm. Suddenly it was so still - what the heck was going on? I was ashamed of the way our neighborhood smelled. They had bowed and greeted Father. Father had to stand on tiptoe to shake hands with them. But that didn't matter to us. In our eyes our dwarf of a father was a giant. (Cho 2006: 54)”
― Cho Se-Hui, The Dwarf

“I went to Yong-hui and she pointed to the cement terrace where our crocks of condiments stood. Written in the cement was "Myong-hui likes Yong-su."It's been there ever since the house was built. Yong-hui smiled. That was the happiest time for us. Father and Mother had carried home rocks from a ditch. They'd made steps with them and cemented the walls. We were still young and couldn't do hard work. Even so, there was much to do. For several days we didn't go to school. Every day was fun. (Cho 2006: 54)”
― Cho Se-Hui, The Dwarf