That was the question no one was allowed to ask. And that was the question Min Seok had been dying to answer.
"I was five when it happened. I was already living in the US, Father figured that sending me to a Pre-School program there would be better for my acclimation later on... For quite some time, I thought that my nanny was my mother. I don't think I even knew what she looked like before I received that call from my father saying that Mother passed away.
Then, the image of her face had finally become clear. It was ironic, though, to see your mother's face clearly for the first time... Looking back at you from the picture in a black funeral frame."
Yang Min Seok let out a long exhale, wiped his face with both his hands, and after hesitating for a few more moments, continued,
