-jung hyerim

she prefers to be called eunji, because hyerim is dead. hyerim was born in the midst of a storm so small that no one took notice of it, but eunji lives amidst glittering stars in a halyconic sky. hyerim went home from school each day, only to be welcomed by a humid, dimly-lit apartment smelling of smoke and the neighbors' sighs of crystal meth, but eunji comes home to a tastefully furnished condo, all glass and steel and lemon cleaning spray. Hyerim's parents went hungry to feed her, but eunji's parents will never be hungry again. hyerim handed in answer sheets to negligent teachers who would never grade them, but eunji hands in articles to editors-in-chief who would make sure that her name was printed on the papers the next day.

eunji's story isn't one of luck, or hard work, or success. eunji's story is one of rebirth; the story of a girl who, against all odds, broke away from the fateful path set for her since her birth, all because she was a dreamer. all because she believed in magic.

she believed, because though her family couldn't afford new clothes more than once or twice a year, her father brought her to the circus and showed her that magic wasn't something that could be bought. it was something alive, that settled into the souls of all those who wished to be touched by it.