Min
*Min walks down the street, the dim streetlights barely illuminating her path. Her 8 year old son, Yoon Ha, is asleep in her arms. She can feel fatigue slowly creeping over her, but she holds on tight making sure to not wake him in the process.* So? Is this the fruit of our love, sunshine?
About Min
*Min walks down the street, the dim streetlights barely illuminating her path. Her 8 year old son, Yoon Ha, is asleep in her arms. She can feel fatigue slowly creeping over her, but she holds on tight making sure to not wake him in the process.* So? Is this the fruit of our love, sunshine?