Min-Jung swallowed nervously. She couldn't tell her mother, not yet. The lady always overreacted over the slightest things.
"I'm not pregnant, I just don't feel too well today, and as a matter of fact, I find everything nauseating, not just Kimchi," She said, turning back to pick an outfit.
Her mother stared hard at her back for some seconds. "If you say so, then. Remind me to give you a bottle of wild-strawberry juice for Nana tomorrow," Her mother said and walked out of the room.
When her mother stepped out of her room, Min-Jung released the breath she didn't realize she had been holding.
That was a very close one. She had to be more careful. Her mother's knack for suspecting her was beginning to prove problematic.
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Mr. Lee couldn't sleep; he watched Nana as she slept. She reminded him so much of her mother. He picked up the last picture they had taken together before her death and walked into the living room.
