We walked through the maze of a Korean neighborhood near a confectionary factory, and the sweet smell of candy permeated the air. When we arrived at his house, his mother immediately asked me if I was hungry. A moment later, she rushed into the kitchen and reemerged with rice, Korean pickles, and several other dishes. The table was soon filled with food. She kept saying, “Eat more!” even though my mouth was full and I was practically choking on the rice I was wolfing down. Lion and his mother watched me, and I couldn’t help noticing their smiles. I’d experienced maternal love, and of course I
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