The night before, my husband and my son wanted to eat tteokbokki, so we made it and ate it together.
As we ate so much, I suddenly remembered our Zion members.
Driven by that heart, the next morning, I carefully prepared tteokbokki and hard-boiled eggs for the members.
The desire to eat delicious food while it’s still warm, in itself, is the “language of a mother’s love.”
Seeing the members’ heartfelt joy and delicious food made me feel even happier and full of joy.
I always want to share even the smallest things with the Zion members.
I will continue to live my life as a child who gives unsparing love to Mother.
I will live a life that diligently practices Mother’s language of love.
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