- When he was alive, after the boardinghouse guests were served their meals, the three would eat together as a family at the same low dinner table. Her father could’ve eaten before the women, but he’d never wanted that. At the table, he’d make sure that her mother had as much meat and fish on her plate as he did. In the summer, after finishing a long day, he’d tend to the watermelon patch because it was his wife’s favorite fruit.
- “I want only enough for the bride and groom’s dinner—for them to taste white rice again before they leave home.”
- The young woman nodded gratefully, devotion already taking root in her heart. The sight of the prepared dishes made her hungry for the first time in days. Kyunghee picked up a pot lid—white rice. “Just for today. For your first night. This is your home now.”
- Each morning, Sunja walked to the police station and handed over three onigiri made with barley and millet. If there was money in the budget for a chicken egg, she’d hard-boil it, soak the peeled egg in vinegary shoyu to supplement Isak’s modest bento.
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