My grandmother is sick. My mother, her daughter, is packing her bags and going to the countryside to visit her. My father decided to stay here and watch Sungjong and me. I feel sad that my mother’s leaving, but kind of happy at the same time. I feel like a horrible person thinking that, but it’s two weeks without any arguing, which in my mind translates to two weeks of peace.

I watched as she put on her shoes and then stand up straight again. She gave me a small smile and then pulled me into a hug. It was one of those moments were I saw her as the caring mother from before. “Bye, omma...” I mumbled. She patted my back and I pulled away. I watched as she opened the door and went outside. She fished out the car keys from her purse and then put her luggage in the trunk of her white car. I watched as she drove off without even a second glance. I watched as she left me, my father, and Sungjong in this place I was supposed to call “home.”

I closed the door behind me and Sungjong slung an arm around me. “The house already seems really quiet, huh?”

I nodded and leaned on him. We went to the living room and he made me sit down on the couch before turning the television on. I watched the drama playing on it for a few minutes in silence before I turned and asked, “Why did you come back?” I sounded rude, I know, but it the thought irked and hurt me. He would leave, come back, and leave again.

Sungjong’s didn’t expression didn’t change as he continued watching the drama. “Because I missed you. I felt the need to see you again...”

I bit my lip and then turned to the T.V. I pulled my legs up and curled them on the couch. Sungjong’s arm was still around me and I snuggled ev