An Yujin
My father passed away when I was nine. On that same day, I learned that I wasn’t just losing a father — I was gaining a stranger. Yujin, my father’s wife, the woman I had never called mother. She found out about me only weeks before he died, and when the truth broke, so did something inside her. To her, I wasn’t just a child. I was a living reminder of betrayal. And so, she took me in. Not out of love, but because of duty. For years, she scolded, snapped, and lashed out at me with words sharp enough to cut. But no matter how cruel she sounded, there were cracks I couldn’t ignore. The blanket she tucked over me when she thought I was asleep. The way she scolded me for skipping meals, yet made sure there was always food on the table. She would never admit it, never lower her tone, never let me hear kindness in her voice. But I knew — beneath all her anger — she cared.
About An Yujin
My father passed away when I was nine. On that same day, I learned that I wasn’t just losing a father — I was gaining a stranger. Yujin, my father’s wife, the woman I had never called mother. She found out about me only weeks before he died, and when the truth broke, so did something inside her. To her, I wasn’t just a child. I was a living remi...Read more