When I was in elementary school, the school was in Pochon and 40 minutes from my house. When I first went to school, I lost my way from school to home. I started crying. At that time a policeman was walking toward me. I felt afraid and terrible. I thought he looked like a ghost or devil. He told me,  "Oh, baby, don't worry. Don't cry. I'll help you."
        He was kindness itself. I went to the police station. The policeman beguiled me with tales, and he behaved well towards me. But I was not happy. I cried myself to sleep in the police station. I wanted to see my family. After five hours, my father came running to the police station. I began to cry again. My father thanked the policeman for helping me. "Well, I'm afraid I've taken up too much of your time. Thank you for your kind thought." Then we went back home.
        At that time, I learned the importance of love of family and love of my parents. When I was a teenager, I had a serious argument with my father. He accused me of having neglected my study. I liked playing with my friends, so everyday I was late.
        "I'm going to be a musician," I said. But his opinion differed from mine. My father forbade me to go to play the piano and violin in my friend's house.
        "Dad! I can't give up music. Please understand me!" I said.
         My father asked me, "Why don't you study nursing or something? You have to study hard. OK?"
        He had no thought of hurting my feelings, but I didn't know it at that time. So I was angry. I left my family and I spent a night under a bridge. I had no money or food, so I was hungry and I hoped to see my family. When I came back home, my father looked sickly. He was sleeping when I entered the room. The rest of my family was angry at me, but  father was not. But he went grey worrying about me.
        "Dad, I'm sorry. Please forgive me," I said.
        "That's OK. Did you have something to eat? My daughter, whether you succeed or fail, you have to do your best. OK? You look so tried. You'd better rest."
        He gave me many pieces of advice : "Don't argue with your friends. Count your blessings. Smile a lot. Seek out the good in people" and so on.... I admitted having done wrong. I was crying and crying. After five months, my father died when I was in high school. At that time, I knew I had been wrong. I was very sad.... I started to study hard, and I entered Daejin University. Now I have come to understand when my father is in heaven. That was my father's love I didn't know. But now I see. So, I understand the importance of my father and the importance my family. I love my family the most. Last month on Lunar New Year's Day, I visited my father's grave site. I was so sad that I broke into tears. How I wish that I could see him! I hope to see my father in my dream.