If I Had Your Face

by Frances Cha

“Yeah, I know,” he said gloomily. “So I agreed to have our parents meet. For dinner. And I’m freaking out right now. Life as I know it will end on March first. Independence Movement Day. Seven p.m. Even all the siblings are coming.” His face was tragic. “What?” she and I said at the same time. And then both Bruce and the girl looked at me, Bruce amused and the girl with a withering stare. “A sangyeonrae?” she went on. “That’s more final than a proposal.”

I don’t know why this news shocked me so, but I fashioned my lips into a teasing smile and joked, “You’re getting married? I guess...