Prologue - A Day in the Life

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Time has the power to change someone, especially when that someone is young. We do dumb things like cut our hair, sneak out of the house when we're grounded, and lie to our parents that we did it in the first place. We betrayed, we delayed, and we gave lip when we shouldn't have...

....we date people who we think we'll spend our lives with, but who end up as nothing more than a distant memory... That might just be the dumbest thing we do when we're young, and we hope and pray that one time will be the last because that one time was bad enough, and any more would shatter all hope in terms of love. That's how it was for you, at least.

Now, your dumb things changed from sneaking out of the house to sneaking out of your daughter's room a bit too loudly and waking her up--from cutting your hair to trying to save money on hers, botching it and giving her a bowl cut, and lying--or trying to at least--to pretend you're sleeping when your daughter crawls into bed with you, hoping you can get a few more moments in. But she was smart, and she saw right through you.

You were trying to do that right now. However, just like every other time, you were in bed, your four-year-old shifting the mattress in her desperate attempt to get onto the bed and towards you.

"Mommyyy..." she whined. You groaned, closing your eyes as you covered your face with the pillow. "Mommy..."

"Yes, Min?" you hummed, rolling over. Forget those few more minutes, it seemed your day had started. You opened your eyes and saw a little black-haired girl before you, with bangs straight across her forehead, and a tired expression that exposed her gap tooth.

"Hyo Bin....." she murmured. Adjusting your hearing, you heard something else now. Something high pitched.

Something like a toddler crying and whining. You heard a few whines of "Mamaaaaaa~."

"Oh jeez..." you grumbled, getting out of bed. You looked at your daughter as you headed out the door with a sprint in your step. "Get dressed, Min Ja!"

This was how most mornings started for you, and it sure as hell didn't slow down from here. After getting your youngest up and ready, you scrambled to encourage Min Ja to get herself ready. She always delayed, so you'd end up putting your youngest in her carrier, where you were able to see her, before racing to tug a tee shirt and shorts on your eldest daughter.

"I don't wanna wear this!" she shouted.

"Well, instead of playing with your toys while I got your sister ready, you should have picked out your clothes." You pulled her shirt over her head and patted her sides. "You can pick an outfit for tonight after we come home for dance." Though she continued to pout. Your grip on her hand was tight as she followed you out.

"Ooookaaaay..." Scooping up the toddler--who began whining because she dropped her favorite toy on the floor as she was whisked in the air--you raced out the door and down the street. As you did, you began running your day through your head. It was never any different, but you had to do it every time or you were sure to forget something. "Daycare, then work, I gotta grab groceries on the way back, pick up the girls at 4:30, get Min to dance by 5, go home and get dinner all set up so we can be home by 6:30 to eat... baths, bedtime at 8..." you mumbled to yourself, holding your daughter's hand tightly as you shuffled down the ever-crowded streets of Seoul. "Jesus, I hope the trains don't delay again."

The daycare was close by, a fifteen-minute walk with two kids in tow. It was the forty-five-minute train ride that bothered you so much. Every moment you sat in that packed train felt like another moment closer to death. As you headed down the street, mentally reciting your daily chores in your head, you heard Min shout:

"Mommy! There!" You looked towards where he was pointing and saw you were walking right past it. Kids were seen being dropped off by their parents--some crying, others eager to go--with a kiss goodbye before fleeing into the brightly painted building. Slowing your steps, you headed to the front gate.

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