دانلود رمان انگلیسی “قلب ساده”

I came from darkness. Darkness trapped in the intangible frame of eternity, of stagnant time— that is my origin. Without direction, without knowing where I was to go, I drifted alone. What form did I take then—a hard, round seed; a tendril of smoke? Perhaps a mutable substance tumbling down or blowing away at the slightest reverberation, or even a formless pinch of energy. In darkness I was formed and tearing the darkness apart I was born. I have no parents, or parents’ parents, who related tales of prophetic dreams when I was in the womb or remembered the sound of my cry when I came into the world, or relatives or neighbours who photographed the moment when I first crawled, sat, stood, spoke. I don’t have family records detailing the personal information of my parents, a birth certificate bearing my official date and time of birth, or medical records from the hospital where I was born, either. In their place are documents put together to ensure a smooth adoption process: an improvised single-person family record, adoption agreement signed by a stand-in guardian, international certificate of vaccination, travel permit, invoice for adoptive parents’ coordinator to interpret and help the process along, receipt for the adoption agency fee (physical disabilities qualified for a discount, so I must have cost the full fee as a non-disabled child). Perhaps these records are still kept somewhere in Korea at an adoption agency or a government organization that oversees adoption.