Highway with Green Apples

by Bae Suah

I am a twenty-five year-old who goes to bed every night wondering what I will do the next day. By now, all the other women I know who went to the same all-girls high school as me are at their most self-assured, having married or living as career women in the big city, but I am as unsure of myself as I was at fifteen.

unsentimental nature of organized society

My love for you will never change, even after an ocean of time has passed. How long is an ocean of time? Feelings as countless as grains of sand. Distances as far-flung as the sky.

My father said to my mother, “What’s wrong with her? She used to be a good girl. It’s your fault she turned out that way. All she does is sulk.” My mother’s face turned deathly pale. I witnessed all of this through the wide-open door of my parents’ room.