He didn’t want to see her. Not in person, not even on a movie screen. Everytime he did, his heart rate increases, with both a familiar beat he recognized from long ago, and with new surges of anger. Both feelings were ones Jiyong tried his best to hold hostage and control. And seeing her face never helped him in this feat.

“Kwon Yeonhee.” Jiyong tried to say her name in a way that would pacify her, and stop any screams or cries before they began.

“You never let me see her Dad! You never let me do anything I want, and you don’t even care.”  Sob rattled from her, and she crossed her arms cross her chest in a pout as the tears began to pour from her eyes.

“Baby please stop crying.” Jiyong winced, uncomfortable. Hating to see his little girl in tears no matter the circumstances are.

“I want to see my Mommy.” Little Yeonhee insisted, defiant even through the wet sticky mess she had created on her face.