Horn of Love
Our villagers, when they hear the horn of the dairy truck, come out to the yard and wave their hands.
It has become a part of our life to welcome and see off the dairy truck.
Now at the nursery and kindergarten the children are said to look out of the window, waiting for the dairy truck.
One day, my daughter couldn’t go to kindergarten because of an unavoidable family problem.
But that day the dairy truck unexpectedly stopped in front of our house and horned a gentle sound as usual.
The whole family felt a lump in their throats, looking at their daughter drinking dairy product.
Every Sunday, my daughter urges me to weigh her.
My daughter gets prettier and puts on weight as she drinks dairy product every day. In a few months she quickly outgrows her clothes.
The horn of dairy truck resounding over the mountainous county is an echo of happiness reminiscent of the fact that there may be places geographically far way or near, but there is no place far away from and near to the love of our Party for the rising generations.
Taehongdan county, Kim Hyang Sim