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“Internal peace doesn’t come all at once, overwhelming you like a tsunami. Peace comes in drops. Like drops from an IV drip bag, slowly, one small drop at a time.”

She turned her mother over, and a crimson flower blossomed across her white silk hanbok.

He has a tear lodged in the corner of his eyes, refusing yet to drop.
‘Rage’, I want desperately to tell him: ‘rage against the dying of the light. Do not go gently into that good night.’ Go on fighting it. As you always taught me. We’ll fight together.
But in my heart I know it’s too late. The time to fight is over, behind my frail abuji.

“Parents don’t choose their children, anymore than we choose our parents. Their choice is in accepting who we are.”