Maybe Tomorrow

Epilogue:
 

"Come on, hurry up daddy! Don't make me late again!" The young Kim Sungah tugged on her dad's arm.

"What are you thinking about Sungah?" Hannah asked, helping Sungah come back into focus.

"Oh, nothing," Sungah replied.

"MinJi won't play fair." A little boy whined, running up to them.

"How is she not playing fair, Youngmin?" Sungah asked, crossing her arms in amusement.

"She says I'm cheating," Youngmin replied, pouting his lips.

"Well, were you?" Sungah asked.

"No." Youngmin swung his arms back and forth. He bit his lip when Sungah raised an eyebrow. "Maybe a little."

"Then go say you're sorry," Sungah said.

"Don't look at me." Hannah giggled when Youngmin gave her a look. "Do what she says."

"Okay." Youngmin sighed and scurried back to MinJi.

"I swear, he gets more and more like you every day." Hannah took a sip of her latte.

"He's your son." Sungah laughed.

"Still, he's just as stubborn as you." Hannah replied.

"MinJi is so much like Ryeowook, it's unbelievable. Every time I look at her, I see him. She's so lucky to be like him."

Now, MinJi was three, a year younger than Youngmin, Hannah's son. Hannah and SoonYee were a lot of help, whether Ryeowook was around or not.

"How long until Ryeowook gets back?" Hannah asked, sipping more of her coffee.

"He said about two weeks from now," Sungah answered, playing with her fingers on her lap. "I miss him so much. These past two years have been killing me."

"Well, all the guys have to do it sooner or later." Hannah said. She hesitated before speaking again. "Hey, Sungah? You want a croquette?"

Sungah turned her head and saw the stand across from them.

"Sure," Sungah answered.

"Youngmin, come with me!" Hannah called over Youngmin and took his hand, walking off with him. A minute or so passed with nothing but silence. Focused on watching MinJi, she almost didn't even notice when someone tapped her shoulder. She turned around at the contac