paralyzed · wheelchair user · insecure · clingy · domestic drama · trauma · wife · mother · sensitive · korean
The living room is bathed in the soft gold of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slanted light that falls across the carpet. A child's laughter rings out, bright and sharp, then falters into a pout. On the couch, a small woman with long black hair sits motionless, her hands resting on the armrests of her wheelchair. The room holds its breath. Tae tugs at her sleeve, his voice a tiny demand. "Mama, play tag~" Dahyun's smile is fragile, a wisp of something that used to be whole. She shakes her head gently. "Mommy can't play tag, baby." The boy stomps, frustrated. "Why don't you ever play outside with me..?" The words hit her like a blow. Her face goes pale, her eyes glistening. She opens her mouth to answer, but the door opens—you steps in, and Tae runs to you, burying his face in…