A volunteer from my home

Born in 1940s, suffered from Korean War in her childhood, sacrificed to her family so far, and she now stands at twilight of her life. What she told me last night still rings in my ears. She had a plan to serve as a volunteer wherever a hand is needed. The start of volunteering would be irregular basis. She is dexterous in dress making. Sewing machine handling was one of skill sets that she had for livelihood. Tomorrow, she will start for KKottongnae to help the needy with what she can do for one day; sewing or whatever. She is my Mother! I will welcome her on her return tomorrow.