❛ ━ꜱᴄᴀʀʀᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴛᴡᴏ━ ❜ After their world went up in smoke following the heartbreaking loss of their child, Choi San and Jung Wooyoung's engagement shattered into pieces. Each day became a battle for survival in a sea of grief. Struggling to c...
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As the morning light filtered through the curtains, illuminating the familiar surroundings of our bedroom, the reality of the day set in. My heart raced with a mix of anticipation and dread for the upcoming chemotherapy session. The infection had delayed it, giving me both extra days of strength and a lingering sense of anxiety.
Sitting up on the bed, I took a few deep breaths, each one intended to steady my nerves. The familiar feeling of nausea washed over me, a cruel reminder of what was to come. Despite this, I felt a surge of gratitude for another day, another chance to fight and to be with my family. San and Hwa-Young were my rocks, their love and support the beacons that guided me through the darkest days.
I looked over at San, who was still sleeping peacefully. His presence was a constant source of comfort, and just seeing him there, so serene, bolstered my courage. I didn't want to wake him just yet, wanting to give him a few more moments of rest. He had been my unwavering supporter, balancing his worry with an optimism that kept us both going.
Quietly slipping out of bed, I made my way to the kitchen to prepare a light breakfast, something to settle my stomach before the hospital visit. As I moved around the kitchen, I thought about our daughter, Hwa-Young. Her laughter and bright eyes were daily reminders of why I needed to keep fighting, why every moment was precious.
The sound of little footsteps soon echoed down the hallway, and Hwa-Young appeared at the kitchen door, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "Daddy, is it time for breakfast?" she asked, her voice soft and groggy.
"Yes, sweetheart," I replied, managing a smile as I lifted her onto a chair. "What would you like this morning?"
"Pancakes!" she declared, her usual morning enthusiasm creeping back as she woke up fully. I nodded and set about making a small batch, grateful for the distraction.
While I cooked, San joined us in the kitchen, his hair tousled from sleep. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, a silent gesture of support. "Morning," he murmured into my ear. "How are you feeling?"
"Nervous," I admitted, leaning back into his embrace. "But ready. Ready to fight."
San kissed my cheek, then crouched down by Hwa-Young to give her a morning hug. "We're both so proud of you," he said, his voice strong yet gentle. "You're the bravest person we know."
As we sat down to eat, the atmosphere was a blend of normal family breakfast and the undercurrent of my upcoming treatment.
After breakfast, I dressed for the hospital. Looking in the mirror, I took a moment to gather my thoughts. Today was another step toward recovery, another hurdle to overcome in the marathon that was cancer treatment. The support of my family made it bearable, made me stronger.
As we headed out the door, San held my hand tightly. "You've got this," he assured me as we got into the car. Hwa-Young kissed my cheek, her small hand squeezing mine. "I love you, Daddy."
