As soon as the vermillion sun dipped behind the skyscrapers of Seoul, I lose interest in the outside world, fiddling with the black seat belt that straps me into the backseat. “Are we not going to grandmother’s?” I whine, holding my small white stuffed bear by its arms. “We are,” my mother looked into me from the rearview mirror. …show more content…
Her hair is wizened and straw-like, nearly fossilized. Racked with ague and gnarled with age, her knotted fingers grip the sheets, even her fingernails were brown and worn.
“Mom, how old is great-grandmother?” I tug at her blouse.
She whispers, “She’s turning 99 in the fall.” My mom gently shakes her hand, hoping to wake her up from her mid-day nap. “Hal-mon-ni,” she whispers to the snoring scarecrow under the sheets. “Your granddaughter is here.” The woman scrunches her eyes and peeked out from under the covers. “You’re not my nurse. Did she get fired? She was a nice one, unlike the previous nurse,” she groans, her tree root fingers twisting the sheets.
A small sound escapes her throat, something low and feathery, and for a second I think that she might bawl. That would’ve ended it. I would’ve gripped my mother’s hand tighter than before. But she keeps control. She swallows the sound and forces a smile, shaking my hand away. “It’s your granddaughter, Younsoo,” she reminds her. Suddenly, the old lady sits up straight immediately, as if new life is breathed into