composition2 It was 2am. I woke up by a scream’s someone. When I went down to the living room to check what’s going on, my father was gulping a cup of water in the kitchen. My mother was in front of the door of their bedroom and watching him. I asked her what is going on? Mother shook her head and told me quietly. ’’Nothing. Just go to sleep.’’ When we are having breakfast father said nothing, I asked him what happened last night though. After the breakfast he just read his newspaper. On that evening, I had ate the dinner in my sister’s house and I told her that story. She said ‘’He had a nightmare. When you were in Seoul, I’d herd that occasionally. I think he have that nightmare more after than when he closed his store. Maybe because he doesn’t have anymore to focus so that dream begin anew’’. I asked her. ‘’What dream?’’ She said ‘’When he was in the Vietnam, silly. Mom told me that when he was younger, it had happened several times a month. Since when he started his business this kind of dream disappeared but maybe he wouldn’t know that it begins again’’. I took spoon down and looked out of the window to remember something. I’ve never herd that when he was in the army. I asked her. ‘’Have he taken some medicine for that?’’