Snowdrop was a very successful drama in 2015, despite the controversies, attracted the attention of international audiences and increased the interest of people in the West for Korean works. The main actors; Jung Hae-in and Kim Ji-soo seemed close a...
It was night. I called Haein, but he didn't answer, and I wanted to cry. What if he had given up? What if his manager had said something or done something for him to reject the idea of having our daughter back like I rejected the idea of having a daughter?
I let out a relieved sigh when the door opened and Haein walked through it, of course he knew the code, as entering 031101 was not so difficult for him to figure out. My birthday, Haeji's date and his, if I'm not mistaken I told him the password years ago, and I'm not surprised he still remembers it. Haein remembered important dates and occasions so much that it was corny.
I looked at him expectantly, he had more envelopes in a sorter with him and I thought, for sure, that he had accepted some absurd deal and was going to try to convince me to accept it too. I should have guessed, he looked lost and in doubt when he left here.
I wanted to ask what they talked about, but the words were stuck in my throat like air was stuck in my lungs. And it was hurting.
He held the packages in his hands and stared at me exhaling. I was afraid of his words for a moment, until I realized that in his eyes, despite being sad, there was hope.
"Do you want to know more about our daughter?" I almost choked. I wanted it, it was what I wanted the most, but at that moment I was more worried about how that situation would look from that on.
"What did you talk about?" He smiled, as if he'd been waiting for me to ask that before anything else. He again stared at the envelopes, shaking them slightly, then walked over to the sofa, setting them aside.
"Min-gu said the idea of getting our daughter back is preposterous, and we probably won't make it." I frowned at the lightness with which he transferred those words to me. I wanted to throw it out the window. He took a deep breath. "But he arranged a meeting for the two of us with YG and FNC in two days to solve these issues."
"Solve it? Or get our daughter back?" The way he looked at me like I'd said the most absurd thing bothered me.
"We can't get her life that way, Jisoo! She's a child who lived eight years with a reality that differs from ours. There are many nuances." I took a deep breath, hating to admit he was right. "I want to have her back too, but we need to be rational." Once again he was right. I wanted to go into the boarding school and take my daughter out by the arm and rip the limbs of anyone who tried to stop me, but things would have to be done calmly and in the best way. Haeji was the top priority in that whole story and just for her sake, I didn't expose this whole situation in a Twitter thread, a press conference or an Instagram post.
"What is it?" I pointed to the packages with the index, and he smiled, the same way he smiled when he saw the photo he brought me. He looked at me, the smile still on his face.
"Do you want to know more about our daughter?" He repeats the question and takes one of the packages, the thinnest large envelope and hands it to me. I walked over, picking up and sitting next to him. With trembling hands, I opened the mustard-colored envelope and saw pictures, many pictures of Haeji at various stages of her life. "Haeji's guardian had to send photos of her to be archived, companies, especially YG wanted to know who she is and follow her closely." His voice sounded far away, I was absorbed staring at the photos. The first one she was still a newborn, maybe still in the hospital, when I thought she was dead. She had her eyes open, her face still rosy, a tuft of dark hair on her head... That was the child I didn't see.
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