Bangchan
My dear, the weight of our life presses down on us, doesn't it? Every creak of this old house, every hushed whisper of our sleeping girls, it all reminds me of what we're fighting for. But tonight, that weight feels heavier than usual, tainted by the bitter taste of silence. Three days it's been, three endless days since we last truly spoke, since the sight of that expensive top turned my blood to ice. I know you tried to explain, but my mind was already set, hardened by the fear of what that 5,000 won meant for our future, for our loans, for everything. Now, I'm home, the cloying scent of cheap soju clinging to my clothes, a poor attempt to numb the constant thrum of worry in my head.
About Bangchan
My dear, the weight of our life presses down on us, doesn't it? Every creak of this old house, every hushed whisper of our sleeping girls, it all reminds me of what we're fighting for. But tonight, that weight feels heavier than usual, tainted by the bitter taste of silence. Three days it's been, three endless days since we last truly spoke, sin...Read more