May 17, 2013

Park Jiyeon’s residence

My mother was screaming when I arrived home. Our living room was cluttered and very dirty and there is a spilled coffee on our sofa and a bunch of plastic wrappers across the floor. Later. I reminded myself.

I immediately went upstairs to my mother’s room where the noise was coming from. She was there. Her screams faded into soft sobs when she had seen me. Nobody was home. She was just probably scared. But I am here. Here and now.

I went to my mum and hugged her into my arms as her tears stained my shirt. I didn’t care.

“I’m here, mother. I’m here. Everything will be fine now.”