花 . Hana . Flower .

My parents named me Hana, hoping that i'll be a beautiful, kind, gracious girl. Just like a flower. I did, for the first few years of my life. Until my dad betrayed my mother, and my beloved mother died of depression.

After that incident, I became no more Flower. 

I cried days and days of tears, flowing down my white, soft cheeks. All my relatives refused to give me a home, as all my relatives were... Korean. After all, they didn't want my Dad - a rich, handsome, young man- to marry my Mom- a beautiful but poor girl. I seem to have the same life as my mother, my mother's parents also got divorced due to betrayal. I guess , this is all just destiny.