Everyone turned heads when they saw her, she stood out the most even after all the years of living in South Korea, it didn’t help that she was carrying a big bouquet of flowers in her hands.  Her Carmel skin shined in the gleaming sunshine, and her big brown eyes looked Golden brown by the blinding sun.  A pale girl approached her calling after her “Kangana!” the girl with caramel skin whipped her wavy black hair around with wide eyes; “Eun Mi!” the girl named Kangana hugged Eun Mi. Both greeted each other warmly, “How have you been?” Eun Mi asked Kangana who shrugged her shoulder “Alright,” Her voice gave away her lie but her friend didn’t seem to notice. Truth was Kangana was poor, she was running a small flower shop her father had bought for her mother before he was killed in a mafia war. She was on her way to visit her mother at the hospital with the bouquet she made herself. “Eun Mi, I thought you were going to be studying in a Japan?” Kangana asked her old school friend.  Eun Mi smiled and out her left hand forward, the big diamond ring shined in rainbow hues, “I’m getting married in a few days with my fiancée and then we both are moving to Japan for good,” She let out an excited laugh. “Why don’t you come? I know it’s a short notice but it’s going to be a big wedding and I would love for you to come since you were always there for me and I have been searching for you.” She said smiling. Kangana accepted her offer and the two continued their conversation at the nearby park before parting ways. Eun mi drove off on her new BMW and Kangana took the bus to the hospital. She reached a small room in the corner of the 4^th floor where her mother has been resting for 3 long years without speaking a single word. Kangana reached the table by her mother’s bed side and took out the dying flowers out of the vase to replace them with fresh ones. “Mom, I wish you’d wake up and see those flowers you planted, they’ve bloomed into beautiful flowers. You remember the rose plant dad gave you?  It’s still blooming and I haven’t taken a single flower off of it.” Kangana spoke softly to her mother who lay with her eyes closed. Kananga’s mother had the same caramel skin and big eyes but instead of all black her hair was mixing with white strands that made her look beautiful even at her mature age; she brushed away few loose strands of hair out of her mother’s face and took her warm hand. “Happy Birthday, Mom.” She whispered to her mother. “Please wake up mom, I can’t do this alone, I don’t have anyone but you now please mom.” Her voice pleaded to her mother who was still lying in the hospital bed like a statue. The room was silent except for the monitor that beeped on every heartbeat. Kangana sat until the sun outside was replaced with the moon and stars, kissing her mother’s forehead she grabbed her purse and left to catch the bus home. She reached a small house that looked like it was falling apart and opened the door.  Inside the house everything was clean; the walls were cramped with pictures of her parents and Kangana in her younger days and the bottles of flower wines sitting on top of the kitchen selves. The tired girl made her way to her room and fell on her small and old futon bed; in her dreams displayed her happier days with her father coming home complaining about cases he was fighting for and her mother braiding her hair with cherry blossoms . But even her dreams couldn’t escape those memories she wanted to forget, like seeing her father’s body lying on the side of the road and her mother screaming and pushing her out of the way of the car that had ran her father over before hitting her mother. She saw herself crying when they told her that her father was dead and her mother was in a coma, tears escape her while she dreamed away.