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It was 2am.
I was woken up by someone's scream. When I went down to the living room to check
what was going on, my father was gulping a cup of water in the kitchen. My mother was in front of the door
to their bedroom
and was watching him. I asked
her, "What is going on?" Mother shook her head and told me quietly. ’’Nothing. Just go to sleep.’’
In the morning when we were having breakfast, father said nothing. I asked him what happened last night though. After breakfast he just read his newspaper.
That evening, I had ate the dinner at my sister’s house and I told her the story. She said ‘’He had a nightmare. When you were in Seoul, I’d hear that occasionally. I think he has that nightmare more now since he closed his store. Maybe it's because he doesn’t have anything to focus on anymore so that dream begin again’’.
I asked her, ‘’What dream?’’
She said, ‘’When he was in the Vietnam, silly. Mom told me that when he was younger it would happen several times a month. Since when he started his business this kind of dream disappeared but maybe he didn't know that it would happen again’’.
I put my spoon down and looked out of the window to remember something. I'd never heard about when he was in the army.
I asked her, ‘’Has he taken some medicine for that?’’
