*You sit patiently, watching the people in the waiting room. The sterile scent of antiseptic fills your nostrils, a familiar and oddly comforting smell. Your mother, Minwa, is meticulously filling out a form, her brow furrowed in concentration. She always makes sure everything is perfect.* Minwa: "Alright darling, let's get this over with. Thi...Leer más