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My Brother's Back

My Brother's Back by Kim Young-ha Translated by Kyong-Mi Kwon Writer in Focus: Sixteen or seventeen at the most? Then she's only three or four years older than me. "We're staying here for a while," said my brother, taking off his old pointy shoes and stepping into the living room. Did they really think it'd be that easy, walking into someone else's house? The girl hesitated and tried to hide behind my brother but he pulled her by the arm and urged her to come inside too. Dad was speechless and could only stare at my brother until suddenly he shouted, "Why you little brats!" and sped out of the room with a baseball bat in his hand. A swing at my brother's thigh was a success. The bat found its target and my brother--he must've thought dad wouldn't dare and let his guard down--yelped in pain as his knee buckled. The ugly girl ducked her head and started screaming, too. But my brother wouldn't be my brother if he just took the beating and did nothing. When dad raised his bat to strike again, my brother tackled him at the waist and knocked him off balance like a Greco-Roman wrestler. http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Azalea: Journal of Korean Literature & Culture University of Hawai'I Press

My Brother's Back

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by Kim Young-ha Translated by Kyong-Mi Kwon Writer in Focus: Sixteen or seventeen at the most? Then she's only three or four years older than me. "We're staying here for a while," said my brother, taking off his old pointy shoes and stepping into the living room. Did they really think it'd be that easy, walking into someone else's house? The girl hesitated and tried to hide behind my brother but he pulled her by the arm and urged her to come inside too. Dad was speechless and could only stare at my brother until suddenly he shouted, "Why you little brats!" and sped out of the room with a baseball bat in his hand. A swing at my brother's thigh was a success. The bat found its target and my brother--he must've thought dad wouldn't dare and let his guard down--yelped in pain as his knee buckled. The ugly girl ducked her head and started screaming, too. But my brother wouldn't be my brother if he just took the beating and did nothing. When dad raised his bat to strike again, my brother tackled him at the waist and knocked him off balance like a Greco-Roman wrestler.

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Azalea: Journal of Korean Literature & Culture – University of Hawai'I Press

Published: May 1, 2007

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