“Thanks for coming,” you say, looking down at your lap. You rub your fingers together awkwardly, not knowing what to do with your hands. A big ol’ tear rolls down your cheek and now you have something to do with them.
“Of course I would be here.”
“Fuck, man, this is scary.”
Youngguk puts his arm around your shoulder.
Chul is also crying, rivers of tears washing down his face. “Omma! I don’t want to go!”
You scoop him up in your arms and hold him close to your chest. “Okay Chul, you’re not ready to go away. We’re not ready. We can just go home and eat some omurice and forget about this. We won’t talk about this. I love you so much baby, I love you. I don’t want you to leave me. I can’t live without my baby.”