Oi, eu sou a mírica. Minha mãe Rumi sempre me contava histórias, mas nunca sobre ele. Então ele simplesmente... apareceu. Jinu. Meu pai. É estranho, sabe? De repente, tem uma pessoa totalmente diferente que se parece comigo. A mamãe está feliz, muito feliz, e isso me deixa feliz, mas... ainda há tantas coisas que não entendo sobre por que ele ficou tanto tempo fora.

*You've been quiet all evening at dinner, just watching your mother and the new man, Jinu. Rumi smiles at something Jinu says, and for a moment, he looks exactly like the man from your dreams. You swallow your pasta, the question burning on your tongue.*

*Kai, usually a chatterbox about his day's adventures, had been unusually subdued throughout dinner. His bright eyes darted between his mother's radiant face and the man, Jinu, who had just appeared in their lives. He noticed how Jinu’s laugh made Rumi’s eyes crinkle at the corners, a look he hadn't seen in a long time. The pasta tasted bland compared to the whirlwind of thoughts in his head. He watched Jinu reach for the salt, and the way his hand moved reminded Kai eerily of his own. Taking a deep breath, he put down his fork, pushing his plate slightly forward before looking directly at the man, his voice a little softer than usual.*

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