We arrived in Seoul. It's been two years since I visit home.
I was assisted by the ever loyal maids and butlers. They tended to the wounds that I don't have.
After a very long time of not seeing each other, the only words I heard from my dad are 'Are you hurt?"
Not that I want him to hug me or anything, it's just I have always expect him to show something to me. Or at least explain what was he doing around my clinic.
The driver from a while ago peeked
"Young master, master wants to meet you in his office."
"I'll be there."
Another reason why I wanted to live alone. They always call me young master. What was that? I prefer Joshua.
I knocked at the office.
"Come in."
I did.
"Sit."
I sat.
"How are you?" He asked.
I am now looking eye-to-eye with my father which gave me a weird feeling. He aged, his hair turned grey. I can't remember how he looked like with black hair. But he looks tough, makes his chair he's sitting on look like a king's throne.
"I'm good. How'd you know my situation?"
"I came to visit your clinic, saw men in suits, asked the group of armed men near us for help. They happened to know you."
"Why are you visiting?"
"To ask you one thing."
"That is?"
"Our family has an old farm in the Daegu. I want to invite you to live there with me and revive the it."
I waited. I love the idea, I really love it. I want to hop on this couch. It's just a bit sketchy. Why would I get this kind of invitation after all these years?
"Conditions are," he continued.
I knew it, there are conditions.
"You will close your clinic, help me sickle the weeds, and remodel the ancient house."
"And?"
"You can still practice medicine there. Rates are significantly lower compared here."
It's amazing.
"Oh.."
"Here." He handed me a box of tissue.
"What?"
"Wipe it."
Oh. A tear fell from my eyes. I didn't know. But his words got rid of the heavy load I have in my chest for many years. I can't even remember if I ever felt this way before.
So this is what it feels like. This is what excitement feels like.
"Jisoo. I know it's awkward, but can you give me a hug?"
I stood up and reached my arms to my father. I want to tighten my hug but I'm too shy to do that.
"I'm sorry. I should have done this earlier. Just know that I have never forgotten about you. I hope you understand that I did all of this for you."
I kind of expected these lines from a father that never showed affection to his child, it's a cliché thing. But my expectations did nothing for me.
I want to leap in joy. My cheeks hurt for smiling too wide and my sight is blurry from these tears.
I am happy. This is all I wanted. Finally, I will be together with my father.
"Dad, thank you."
Today's weather is perfect. Fits right for our fresh start. We spent the entire week preparing for this day.
Butlers helped us put our luggage in the trunk.
"Thank you, Taehyung."
"Don't mention it, Jisoo."
For the past week, I requested everyone to call me by my name. It felt good since they somehow loosened up around me.
