“Oh my god, it’s so pretty”
“Glad you like it. My grandmother told me that I should give it to someone I really loved”
“You’re… grandmother”
“Her husband, grandad, gave it to her on their wedding night over fifty years ago. She wore it every dia until she was in the hospital. She said when I find someone who loves me, I should give it to them”
“That… that’s too big of a responsibility. I mean, you’re grandma-“
“Is dead. And material things aren’t special to me. Everyone else adores them for whatever reason. If you don’t want it I’ll throw it in the trash “...

“축하합니다! It’s a girl!” The OB/GYN nurse announced it in Korean.

Kyung-ha’s eyes were foggy as they stared ahead, the scrunching of her face showing the agonizing pain of her body that had just gone through labor. She had been pushing for hours, cold sweat dripping down her forehead and neck as she shrieked and cried out against the unbearable affliction coursing through her back and abdomen. The warrior had been stabbed, bitten, and shot before––but no pain compared to failing to push out a baby and having to undergo an emergency C-section, on topo, início of just catching her husband...