Grecia Fernandez’s Reviews > Crying in H Mart > Status Update

"It was comforting to hold her work in my hands, to envision my mother prior to pain and suffering, relaxing with a paintbrush in hand, surrounded by close friends. I wondered if making art had been terapeutic for her, helped her navigate the existencial dread that came with Eunmi's death...If in another life, if circumstances had been different, she might have been an artist, too."

"Did you tell my mom about the game? What did she pick?" I asked, hoping we'd picked the same thing, that she'd picked me.
"Your mom picked the monkey, of course."


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"Even at a young age I was quick to rationalize my father's infidelity... What has been a delight as a child felt short of what I needed from a father as an adult. We were not innately, intrinsically intertwined the way I was with my mother, and now that she was sick, I was unsure of how we'd manage to pull through together."

"So, when I go to H Mart, I'm not just on the hunt for cuttlefish and three bunches of scallions for a buck; I'm searching for memories. I'm collecting the evidence that the Korean half of my identity didn't die when they did. H Mart is the bridge that guides me away from the memories that haunt me..."

Solo he leído 15 páginas y me dieron unas ganas incontrolables de llorar.