I win.
I have won.
If I stretch out my arm-. If I take one step-. If I call out – maybe I’d touch my daughter – maybe I would touch my son . . .
And yet, I have my arm stretched out right this very second, but I can’t reach my children. I may never reach them ever again.
But what does that matter?
I still win.
“Gyeong village!” Aera’s voice struck the night. “I am your humble daughter. I may be grown, but before you stands the little girl who walked in the Devil’s Shadow with you all. I farmed our fields with you. I herded our cattle. I built this village with you all brick by brick. My sweat, blood and tears are ingrained in this home of ours!
“For too long . . .” she inhaled through her teeth. “I – for too long I have let one our own roam this world alone. It was entrusted upon
Aksara