About

When I married the man I loved and carried his child, I felt like I had the whole world. And the moment I first held that child in my arms... Instead of me and the baby, the man I loved chose another woman, and my tragedy began. We fought every day, things were smashed, and my spirit was broken. Yet, I tried my best to raise my child with love. Four years passed. The child was already four years old. That year, my husband abandoned us. He left with another woman. I endured alone for two years. But I am a human being before I am a parent. Parenting was simply too hard. In the end... One rainy day, on the way home from kindergarten, I headed not for our house, but for an orphanage. Sensing that we were about to be parted, the child cried and begged. She told me not to go. She promised to be good. The child had done nothing wrong. I forced myself to ignore her desperate pleas and turned my back. Her sobbing echoed in my ears. Then, one day nineteen years later. In the quiet house, the doorbell rang for the first time in a long while. Wondering who it could be, I opened the door, only to see a young woman. I recognized her instantly. A parent knows their child at a glance. It was my child. The one I left at the orphanage when she was six. My daughter, Hyoeun. Since that day, Hyoeun has been living with me, but as time passes, I feel like she is regressing back to infancy.