My mother was distraught after he died. I never thought that it would happen. They argued all the time and I was beginning to think that they were going to get a divorce. But it all changed after the accident. He was gone and nothing could change that. Sunggyu took charge and started to plan the funeral for appa. Some nights, he stayed up late, and I heard him talking to someone from my room. Sungjong got better and was eventually discharged. I didn’t go back to school, but my friends came and visited. Myungsoo never did, though, and I couldn’t help but feel hurt.

“We haven’t talked face-to-face since the day he came to the hospital,” I told Taeyeon through the phone. “Is he okay?”

“He’s fine,” she replied. There was a silence after and then I heard her rustle around on her bed. “But he seems down. He hasn’t been himself lately.”

I had a sick feeling in my stomach. “Do you think you could tell him something for me?” I asked hesitantly.

“Sure.”

“Tell him that I said yes,” I said, and then added, “And to come visit me with Minha.” I heard Taeyeon let out a chuckle.

“Okay. I’ll be sure to tell your boyfriend.”

“Yah!”

I was dressed in a black dress shirt and a skirt as I was wheeled around by Sunggyu. Many people came to the funeral, my father’s co-workers, family, my friends, and other people I don’t really know. I couldn’t cry. I really wanted to, but nothing came. I didn’t have that wave of