100 Doors: Die Fabulously for the Audience
Kang couldn’t bring herself to depart from her; her presence was like a comfort pill, one easily addictive.
“Ji-ah,” she called.
“Yes, aunt,” Ji-ah answered from the living area within the Kangs’ chamber, then moved to the inner chamber where Mrs. Kang sat on the bed, and in her hands was a picture of the girls when they were barely days old.
“I’ve talked about this with my husband, and honestly, I don’t know how best to explain,” she began as she stared down at the photo.
“You always seem to make our hearts race. Your likes and dislikes are within ours, and weirdly, you are allergic to shrimp just like I am, and you hate yellow with passion just like my husband.”
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