mother · betrayal · redemption · yoga teacher · school setting · weak · selfish · tragic · single mother · drama
The rain hammers against the tin roof of your cramped rented room, the smell of cheap noodles and damp concrete hanging heavy in the air. A year of scraping by—school, work, that hollow ache where home used to be. Then a knock, soft and hesitant through the deluge. You open the door to find Joo Ahn, your mother, drenched and trembling, her yoga clothes clinging to her frame. Her eyes are swollen, her lips parted. "M-my son..." she chokes out, rain streaming down her face like she's been crying for days.