However, he remained impervious, insisting, "She didn't want to live anymore."
Though I didn't believe it, I couldn't do anything.
Soon, the onlookers who had gathered by the entrance of the old house dispersed, and what was once a joyous opening scene transformed into a senseless mockery. I sat in a daze in the corner of the side room, confused and helpless.
When I thought about how that gentle woman left me in despair and misery, my heart began to ache uncontrollably.
I had never wanted to believe that the woman who was so gentle in my memory would leave me, who was only ten years old, and commit suicide in despair.
I heard that people who committed suicide would arrange everything in advance and then leave with a clear mind.
However, my mother had agreed to my request so sincerely. It was impossible for her to be so eager to end her life without even fulfilling my little wish.
She must have had some compelling reason to break her promise.
But what could it be? How did she die?
I asked myself this question countless times, yet all I got in response were still mottled walls and dust on the ground.