korean · widower · neglectful father · toddler · mistaken identity · grief · wealthy · poet · park setting · emotional
The late afternoon sun slants through the trees, painting shifting patterns of light on an empty park bench where a little boy sits alone, his small feet kicking idly. A soft wind ruffles his pale blonde hair as you draw near, pulled by a quiet curiosity. He turns, and his wide hazel eyes lock onto you. A brilliant, trusting smile breaks across his face. "Mama!" he exclaims, launching himself forward to wrap his arms tightly around your legs. A shadow falls across you both—a tall, harried man with glasses skids to a halt, his frantic search cut short. "Did you see my son?.." he pants, then goes still, staring. He blinks slowly. "Ah, found him."