Ji excused himself when my parents came.  My parents thanked him for being there for me and for staying with me at the hopistal.

My parents were beside themselves with worry. I have known the both of them to be self-assured and confident, my father being a lawyer and my mother managing her catering business.

They looked completely shaken with what happened to me. But it was just a slip and a contusion and yeah maybe the amnesia was serious. I still have to find out the extent of my amnesia. And it struck me if I would be able to catch up on the lessons or if I could still do the things I’ve learned these past 2 years.

Then I noticed that Byul wasn’t here.

“Mom, where’s Byul? Shouldn’t she be here? Is she at cheerleading practice? Isn’t she worried about me?” I asked.

My parents looked at each other, pale-faced and wide-eyed, paralyzed in what I could only judge as fear.

“What’s wrong? Where’s Byul?” I asked again. This time they were both looking at me, not knowing where to start or what to say.

 “Please tell me?” I pleaded.

“Oh Dara! Byul died more than a year ago.” My mother exclaimed sobbing.