by Mirae P.
I came back home after elementary school. There were lots of my mom’s friends and my aunt in our front yard. They seemed all busy with washing cabbages. I said hi to them and went inside of the house. My mom’s friend’s kids were hanging out and I got excited with them. We grabbed some snacks on the table and ate all together. Then, we went outside to watch what our moms were doing. We didn’t pay attention but we watched when we got bored from playing. Lots of talk, laughs, and delicious food filled our front yard.
A few days later, it was a cold and snowy day. I woke up in the morning and ran up to the front window in our living room. I really liked watching how it snowed. Everything was covered with white snow. It looked totally a different place from where I used to be.
I saw my mom walking to the jang-dok-dae (a very large claypot with a lid), where kimchi was stored in the front yard. It was all buried in the ground and only lids of three jang-dok-dae with snow covered were seen. She folded her cuffs and opened the lid of one of the jang-dok-dae. She knelt on her knees and put her right hand into jang-dok-dae and took out some kimchi. She put the kimchi into the bowl. She opened another jang-dok-dae and took out some radish kimchi, too. It looked like she was fixing breakfast with kimchi and hot soup. The kimchi tasted fresh, crunchy, and delicious. It was still cold and I even saw some ice on it.
After I had breakfast, I was again on the front window to watch snow and daydreamed.