Heaven

I guess this is what they call last song syndrome. Last night before going to bed, I played this song at least five times in my laptop after watching the video that a college friend posted in her Facebook page. It's rather old, but a really good one.

I hope one day when my Papa hears this song, he'll think of me. *senti..ang drama...luppeeeet, hanep mehn!!!* And I hope to sing this song to my daughter one day (that is if I ever give birth to one)..

The past few days every song I hear seems to be Ssangchu related and if it's not, I always make some excuse, saying that it somehow connects to the couple. Ahck!! This is not healthy anymore, somebody slap me please!!

The plot/storyline came while waiting. And since waiting is tiresome, *TADA!!* a fanfic..

Comments and opinions are very welcome!! Oh warning I need to brush up on my Korean, so expect TONS of mistakes in this one
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The sun has not fully taken over the skies yet, but there were rays scattered around giving illumination to the early risers. The soft rustling of the pink linens was always the first noise that awakened this household.

She wiggled her tiny toes and stretched her limbs.

“Good Morning, Eunsoo..”, she whispered to herself, alternately opening her left and right eyes.

“I'm awake Jins... I'm awake Teukie..”, she announced talking to the white Pomeranian licking her left hand(the grand daughter of her mother's dog), and the gray rabbit inside his cage.

She quickly jumped off the bed and ran to the hallways.

“Slowly Aghassi..”, the old woman working in the kitchen called out.

“Eunsoo is awake Ahjumma!”, she shouted, slowing down as she went down the stairs and dropped by the kitchen to give the aged woman a wink.

The little girl tiptoed when she reached the hardwood floors that led to the master's bedroom and carefully opened the door, trying her best not make any sound.

“Eunsoo is awake..”, she giggled as she talked, “Hyunjoong Appa, Good Morning!!”

The man under the white linens stirred.

“Hmmm, good morning princess..”, he mumbled then went back to sleep.

She ran back to the kitchen gleefully and opened the back door that led to the garden where a fresh beam of sun light made the patches of green and new pink and peach blossoms glow. She ran outside before the Ahjumma tells her to wear her slippers. Eunsoo loved the way the Bermuda grass tickled the soles of her feet. She giggled as she picked up a peach flower on the ground and put it on her hair.

“Eunsoo is awake!!”, she yelled to the top of her voice. “Hyejung Omma, Good Morning. Saranghae!!”

Eunsoo ran back inside before the Ahjumma catches her without her slippers on.

It was a typical morning in the Kim household. When the first rays of the morning sun hit the ground, the household comes alive because of the little princess' joyous morning chants.

She walks towards where the school bus was parked after kissing her Appa goodbye. Jiseuk, one of the neighborhood kids, walks up behind her.

“Annyeong Eunsoo..”, he greets her.

Eunsoo smiled at him happily.

“Can I ask you something?”, the little boy said.

Eunsoo nodded, “Yes..”

“My Omma said your Omma died three years ago..”, he paused trying to look at Eunsoo's reaction, but she just smiled waiting for him to finish what he was saying.

“Why do you still greet her in the garden?”, he continued.

“Ahhh..”, she giggled, “Did I wake you? I'm sorry if I did..”

Eunsoo's smile widened, “Hyejungssi, my Omma loved the garden. She worked there a lot.. Appa and Ahjumma said every morning she would sit there with me. Then she would say.. “Eunsoo is awake.. Good morning, Eunsoo. Saranghae..””

“When I do that in the morning, it's like I greet my Omma who is in Heaven..”, she added and walked on.
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It was the start of yet another morning in the Kim household. But today was dim and dreary. There was a heavy cloud hovering over the entire city. Soon rain poured, blocking out the sunlight. Only furious lightning bolts lit up parts of the neighborhood.

Eunsoo was startled as the roaring thunder shook the upper storey of the house. Fear got the best of the six year old lass. She shook violently as tears ran down her cheeks. Another fierce lightning crackled and scared Eunsoo.

She fled her bedroom and took refuge in the Master's bedroom, hoping her father would be there, but a cold whiff of air and empty bed greeted her. Eunsoo remembered that her father was on a Business trip and would not be home until the next morning.

She quickly ran to the kitchen and opened the back door, but another roaring thunder came. She slumped at the doorway and started crying her heart out. She was alone, she realized. Her Appa was not there, and she was without a mother.

'I am alone', she thought and cried some more.

Her shoulders started to tremble, and her nose was as red as a tomato.

“I am alone..”, she cried like the scared little lady that she was.

“Aghassi..”, she heard the Ahjumma call her out.

Eunsoo looked at the old woman, “Ahjumma, I am alone. They all left Eunsoo..”

“Here...”, the Ahjumma wiped Eunsoo's tears and carried her in her arms.

“You know your Appa is just in Japan for work, right?”, she explained to Eunsoo after setting her down on the kitchen counter “And Omma.. Even if she is no longer on earth and even if we could no longer see her, she'll always be here”, the Ahjumma pointed at Eunsoo's heart.

“Hyejungssi will always be inside your heart..”, she smiled. “Don't you ever forget that, Aghassi.. Your Omma will always be inside your heart as long as it beats and you in hers. So do not ever think that you are alone..”

Eunsoo's sobs started to pacify.

The Ahjumma took her by the hand and led her to the basement. Eunsoo looked at her, confused. She's never seen this part of the house before.

There was a small lounge-like sofa in the middle of the huge space. Cabinets stood on the side with a wide array of bags and clothes lined neatly by the glass display cases where mannequins stood dressed in elegant satin ensembles. Beautiful photographs were pasted on the wall that faced the display cases with small HBHJ watermarks. On the far corner there were more clothes, this time for little girls.

“Hyejungssi spent a lot of time here when she was pregnant with you, little Eunsoo. Your Appa and your Omma decided that she should stop working because her pregnancy was complicated, that's when your Appa decided to make this basement her studio. Your Omma wanted to take beautiful pictures and make beautiful clothes for Eunsoo”, the Ahjumma narrated.

“And you know what, when she started getting sick after giving birth to you and when your Appa was not with her, she stayed here, especially when the rain poured.”

The Ahjumma picked up a pink knitted beanie, “She made this for you and everything in here..See, you are never alone Kim Eunsoo. Never. Your Omma loved you very much..”

Eunsoo smiled, completely astounded by everything in the room. Her glum spirit was uplifted. There was something in that room that made her feel like her mother was right beside her, holding her tightly, protectively in her strong arms.
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The promise of a new morning, be it rainy or sunny, always meant something new and beautiful in the Kim household.

Eunsoo, now 27 years old and full bloomed beautiful woman, wiggled her toes making a rustling sound. She pulls the blanket from her face and let the fresh morning sun beams hit her face. She smiled, as she alternately opened her eyes.

“Is Eunsoo finally awake?”, a man's voice asked.

Eunsoo rubbed the sleep from her eyes and smiled at the man by the doorway. “Good morning Appa! Eunsoo is awake..”

She jumped off her four poster bed and ran to give Hyunjoong a kiss on the cheek.

They walked hand in hand towards the garden.

“Eunsoo and Appa are awake Omma..” she said, resting her head on her Appa's shoulder.

“Good Morning, Buin..”, Hyunjoong whispered.

“We love you Omma..”, Eunsoo added, “We love you very much...”
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Hyunjoong knocked on the basement door.

His heart started beating in a very fast rhythm. It's been a very long time since he stepped foot on this basement. He found it very difficult to come back here and be flooded by memories of his beloved wife.

He smiled when he saw Eunsoo being made up, donning the cream colored wedding gown Hyejung wore on their wedding. She was a mirror image of his wife with her aristocratic nose, perfect full lips and cat-like eyes. Her smile was kind and gorgeous like her mother's.

“Yippouda..”, Hyunjoong said.

Eunsoo looked at him, unsure , as if asking for reassurance.

“Just like your mother..”, he added.

Finally, a wide smile broke on Eunsoo's face. She was indeed very beautiful just like her mother.

Hyunjoong watched as the make-up artists busied themselves on getting Eunsoo ready for her big wedding.

'I know you are in heaven smiling down on us Buin..', he sighed, contented, blissful. 'You gave me my little piece of heaven here on earth and, I hope you are as happy as I am...'

'Thank you..', he smiled, 'I'll be seeing you again..'

I don't need no one, to tell me about Heaven.
I look at my daughter, and I believe.
I don't need no proof when it comes to God and truth.
I can see the sunset, and I perceive.