To Eun-sun, it still felt like yesterday when she had stepped into that private room and met her father after ten years of waiting and searching, and he had looked at her with so much disdain and ire.
Sometimes she still doubted the memory of him cruelly telling her the hurtful truth that had shattered her world — that she wasn't his child, but rather was a child that had been imposed on him and had been used to deceive him for fifteen years.
The cold and stoic look in his eyes when he said those words were something she hasn't been able to take out of her mind. It still looped in her head like a cursed memory.
She had endured a lot of hardships in the last few years, but all the pain and hard times couldn't have hurt as finding out she hadn't been wanted from the start, and that she might never truly get one of the most basic things in the world, family.
