I'm Not Looking For Cinderella - 1 - Chapter 23 JIN thinks (Part 1)

 

 

Chapter 23 JIN thinks (Part 1)

 

 

 

Just before my mother died, a spell was cast on me.

 

<<<jin. <<<Jin.

 

Those words wrapped my heart so beautifully and kept floating in my body with my mother’s warmth…

 

 

 

I’m not sure what to say….

 

 

 

The three of us had been going through a lot of hardship – my father, myself, and Mai – but we had managed to keep our lives from sinking.

 

 

But I’ve noticed one important thing in life… people help you the first time.

 

I’m not being pessimistic.

 

It’s just a general fact that I didn’t realize as a kid.

 

It is true that people were kind to me when my mother died.

 

But the world is full of misfortunes.

 

Someone is crying every day. People’s kindness is limited. I can’t be the only one.

 

Of course not.

 

So I was not allowed to cry forever, and I had to follow my mother’s words.

 

<<Protecting my sister comes first.

 

<Protecting my sister comes second.

 

That’s what I’m supposed to do. There’s nothing sad about that.

 

Because every day someone cries… and that’s the end of my story. The pages where I can cry have already been read.

 

As the pages go by, the scene changes.

 

As the pages go by, the scenes change, the characters change.

 

Such things are natural.

 

The world expects us to take things for granted.

 

 

 

The world expects us to take things for granted.

 

 

 

I passed junior high school and entered high school.

 

At that time, I was able to naturally dye myself in the colors I had chosen.

 

In the end, we are all alone.

 

Family is the only community of destiny.

 

Family is family, strangers are strangers.

 

My values were extreme. I cut back on my friends and protected my sister.

 

I work with my father to raise my sister. No one will help me. I’m not pessimistic.

 

That’s the truth.

 

But it’s a fact, and that’s why when you optimize your life… the world is divided into two categories, family or no family. That’s the way it is.

 

The last one is family. The rest are strangers.

 

It’s not that I don’t like friends, or that they are an obstacle.

 

I thought I was doing well with people, even though I was making mistakes.

 

But he has taken a step back.

 

The limit of my unremembered relationships – it’s what I have to do for the sake of my family.

 

I cast a spell over myself.

 

Every day.

 

 

 

I’m not going to lie to you.

 

 

 

But I’ll be honest. I felt a little sad.

 

Because there are people in this world who want to keep crying.

 

There are people who pretend to laugh when they are crying.

 

There are many people who still want to be helped but keep quiet.

 

I am not saying that people in the world are cold.

 

I’m talking about a world where it’s hard to notice the people who are crying.

 

So I picked up the trash.

 

I wiped desks.

 

I helped the janitor.

 

I did many other things.

 

Why?

 

Because I thought that maybe my actions could heal someone’s sadness that no one noticed.

 

The sadness of being left alone, unnoticed – the sadness of being alone, out of turn.

 

I don’t know if I alone can make a difference, but if I’m involved in something that seems to be troubling someone else, maybe someday my fingertips will catch someone else’s hidden sadness.

 

I’m the same one who doesn’t get noticed.

 

I’m the same one who doesn’t get noticed.

 

How do you find a fairy you can’t see?　What else is there to do but reach for it?

 

So I reach for the trash and I throw it away. I reach for the rag and wipe the desk. I find a bench and fix it… and hope that the loneliness that someone has hidden away will go away.

 

I hope my actions have an effect on someone or something… I do the same thing over and over again.

 

But that’s the way stories are made.

 

A story that is supposed to be routine, settled, without a plot.

 

I thought my part in the story was over.

 

 

 

Just then… my father collapsed.