Don't hurt your hands. You should only ever play the piano.

Mother always said that. Supposedly running a small logistics company in Busan, she would come up to Seoul twice a month and wait for me in front of the practice room. There were often bandages on the backs of her hands, and I thought those were wounds from carrying boxes.

That mother died. They said it was a car accident. The funeral home in Busan was filled with men I'd never seen before, and they called my mother by a name I didn't know.

And the man who arrived last at my mother's funeral,

Let's go.

Took me and disappeared that night.

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