Prologue

A child sat down on the swing, her small feet barely touching the ground. The creaking sound produced by the metal chains of the swing went along with the calm breezy weather in Seoul. Footsteps could be heard before a figure appeared in front of her. "Are you really leaving to America ?"a sweet child like voice came up, pushing her gently fromt the back. The swing moved slowly and she stayed quiet, letting that moment of silence embrace them. "I am,"she pursed her lips as tears threatened to fall from her brown eyes. The pushing stopped and her swing went back to place. "I will wait for you to be back,"that warm voice echoed in her ears before a pair of lips was pressed against hers. "You promise Henry?"the four year old asked, standing up from the swing. Her height was somewhat similar to the boy. "I promise."