Time passed. My house improved thanks to the money she sent. Everyone said I was fortunate. But how can you be happy eating alone every day? Every Christmas, I set a place for her. I would cook her favorite stew and cry in silence. Twelve years. It’s too long. Finally, I made a decision: I was going to Korea. I didn’t tell her anything. For a sixty-three-year-old woman who had never left the country, it was madness. But I bought the ticket with trembling hands and went.
She married an African man at 21 and left us… but every year she sends us the same message”
