There were only three true teachers in my life.
The first was Ms. Seo Soon-deok.
In second grade, she was the one who first recognized the talent no one else saw in me.
She loved art. She believed in my potential before I even knew I had any.
Elegant, admirable, and full of dreams—she was everything I wanted to be.
Because of her, I began to dream.
I started to draw, to add color to my world, and to see things differently.
The second was Mr. Kim Moon-seop.
In high school, I was lost. The world didn’t understand me.
Everyone seemed to judge me—even my parents turned their backs.
But he stood firm and told me,
“You can become anything you want.”
That one sentence became my lifeline.
I wanted to prove him right.
I studied, I tried, and I pushed myself—for the sake of that belief.
The third was Mr. Kwon Sun-ok.
I had started writing, but I had already tasted failure.
Then I met him. His words were sharp—like blades.
But always sincere.
In front of him, I find myself wanting to stand taller, cleaner, better.
Because he’s someone I never want to disappoint.
That’s how I return the love I’ve received: by becoming better, for them.
The rest? I can’t even remember their names.
To me, a teacher isn’t just someone who imparts knowledge.
They are the ones who held me up when I was about to fall.
The ones who made me believe again.
I will never forget them.
And I will always be thankful.
Because true teachers… are just like that.
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