September, 22 of 2008

                A lot can happen in the span of a moment. Life routine unfolds. People laugh. People cry. People marry. People are born. People die. Some people lose everything in a heartbeat.

 Not a lot of people are on the road on dark chilly nights in the countryside roads of Busan.

A storm struck the Busan region and a single car was making its way through the downpour. The windshield wipers were furiously washing the rain away from the driver's view and the headlights trying to make out the road ahead – in vain.

It didn't help the woman seated in the front seat that her thirteen year old daughter was hollering with all her might from the backseat. 

"Mommy, please." She cried in an attempt to reason her mother. "Why are you being like this? Where are we going?" 

She willingly had left her home with her mother when the latter had urged her to come with her but soon had realized something was off when she saw her mom had packed both of their stuff in a rush. The suitcases were sitting next to her on the backseat.

The thirty-something woman shut her eyes out of frustration before an