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Real because I’m the one who raised you. It doesn’t matter who gave birth to you. I chose you. I supported you. I raised you.
There’s something comforting about not being the only Asian in the room. I don’t feel so alone at this, my father’s funeral.
And some free-floating piece of my heart slides into place with an audible click.
I end up arriving at the mall thirty minutes early because I’m a ball of anxiety.
I’ve not even left the airport and I already feel at home.
Clubs are for the Fs: flirting, fun, frolicking . . . fucking. My
“Busan is three hundred and twenty-five kilometers away from Seoul. Not as far as Seoul to Iowa, but still there’s distance, and yet, in the right place, it’s as if you’re right next to each other.”
There’s no distance in this world that can exist. Not with phones and planes and the internet. That’s what he’s saying. That my short stay doesn’t have to be a barrier. Not if I don’t want it to be.
Teaching is considered a very honorable profession here. It’s not like back home where no one gives a shit about a teacher. Here they’re like revered.
“If you were my daughter and I had the means, I would’ve spent anything to track you down instead of avoiding you as if you weren’t the most important thing to me.”
“I’ll wait here.” He says it with a slight smile and a brief nod, but the tone is firm. He walks over to one of the white leather chairs, flips back his suitcoat, and seats himself. He’s not moving and it reassures me in a hundred different ways. I won’t be left behind—at least not by Yujun.
“Because, Hara, when I wake up I think of you and when I go to sleep, you’re there. Since I saw you in the airport . .
“Not at all. It is fate. Your red string of destiny and mine must be tied together so we will always meet, no matter what life we are in.”
Tomorrow may be miserable, but this moment is great.
watch the show. It might be the last one I’ll ever see. There is something wildly erotic about seeing Yujun put himself back together. When he’s done, he wipes his hands dry and then reaches for the door.
