Miracle Creek

by Angie Kim

you got used to your life, whatever accomplishments and troubles it happened to hold, and adjusted your expectations accordingly.

Good things and bad—every friendship and romance formed, every accident, every illness—resulted from the conspiracy of hundreds of little things, in and of themselves inconsequential.

Han. There was no English equivalent, no translation. It was an overwhelming sorrow and regret, a grief and yearning so deep it pervades your soul—but with a sprinkling of resilience, of hope.