Coming back to the place that haunted you the most isn't as easy as it sounds. When Maison Park returns back to her home town in Canada, she tries to redeem herself after events that occurred during her freshman year.
The reputation of being "The Ma...
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moving forward.
those two words can mean so much, those two words holding such powerful and positive vibes can only describe the feeling I possess as I stare at myself in the small golden mirror my mother purchased for me as a gift.
Seoul has been a great home to me. Scratch that, it has been my only home, meaning that I have not traveled outside Korea, however it has nourished me with unforgettable memories that will always make me remind myself of why I have come to the decision i didn't want to make. But I did. I made the decision, even if it wasn't my decision to make, it was my mother's. The decision that I had to conclude was if I was joining her in the journey or staying behind with my aunt who would take the place of the mother figure in a child's life.
My mother needs me by her side, her and I both knowing that no one will support each other like we do. Not every parent deserves a child, but every child deserves a parent. My only successful relationship so far is my mother and I, my intention is to never let that go, but to strengthen it as the days pass by.
It will be good for me, moving to the Canada where I can have a fresh start and experience new events within a different culture, adapting to everyone's differences and opinions, allowing my eyes to open wider metaphorically.
I stared at my reflection, breathing slowly as I take a look at the background filled with cardboard boxes covered in clear packaging tape stacked on top of one another like a wedding cake, the naked walls that were once filled with disposable pictures are now just a blank space of creme colored paint. The lack of furniture in the space causing myself to forget that this room was my sanctuary. My safe place, my privacy, and my favorite part of the whole house.
My hair was growing out to be a longer length, I remembered when I chopped it to a length above my shoulders, a decision I regretted for a long time. The luxurious color of brown which is usually categorized as a boring hair shade, but the money for me to dye it blonde in several sessions is almost as much as my tuition to go to school. It would've been a waste, it would've led me to partake in a personality that didn't feel like me at all.
My choice of light grey sweat pants paired with a white tank top and an oversized black zip up jacket was comfortable, hence why I chose those pieces in order to relax in the very uncomfortable airplane seat that I have difficulty sleeping in.
Seriously, I am jealous if you could fall into a soundless sleep in an upright position during the flight, it's almost impossible to.
The final countdown has been going on since December, the red slash marks over the dates indicating that the decision I made is going to finalize,
today.
As my name was being called, pulling myself from my thoughts, I gave one last wish.
"Please bring me something that I will never forget." I announced quietly to my reflection.
and little did I know what was in store for me thousands of miles away.
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