my father was peeling a clementine with a knife. I didn’t understand what he was doing, so I took the clementine from him.
“Father, why are you peeling a clementine with a knife? You see this part on the bottom? You just put your finger there and start peeling . . .”
Oh! When I saw my father’s fingers, I couldn’t continue. He couldn’t peel the clementine with his fingers. His fingers were too thick, and his thumbs especially looked swollen as if they had been hit with a hammer; as well, his finger nails were all damaged. I stopped talking about the knife, and peeled a few clementines and gave them to him. He just smiled.
My father’s job was to make boats since I was young. Because he was a carpenter who made boats with wood, his hands were always swollen and got injured over and over again even before they were able to heal.
“It’s hard to send even two children to university with your job. How were you able to send five?”
His friends often said like this and shook their heads.
People say that no child understands their parents. I was too ignorant of the sacrifice of my father who suffered so much until he sent all his five children to university. My father’s thumbs must not have become so swollen like that over night, so how was it that I never knew that before? I was very sorry that I had been so indifferent to him.
I was reminded of the life of our Heavenly Father Ahnsahnghong who didn’t have time to take care of His injuries He got from carrying stones or couldn’t even lay Himself down comfortably in order to write the Books of Truth all night long under a dim lamplight. Maybe I have also been so indifferent to our Heavenly Father’s sacrifice as well.
JS Park from Korea