“Miyeok-guk? For my birthday?”
She opened the door wider for him to enter. He kicked off his sneakers and replaced them with her inside slippers as he walked into her kitchen saying, “Yes. It’s a traditional soup that’s made on your birthday?”
Nebula remembered her father saying this although she doesn’t remember ever having, it on her birthday. She’d always had a big lawn party with barbeque and cake. And lots of gifts with lots of people with so much love. They always had huge gatherings when she was a little child. Of course, all this was before she had nightmares.
"The seaweed,” she remembered her father saying, ” is said to be a remembrance of your mother’s love who’s eaten, ONLY, the soup after giving birth to you. ”
Her mother didn’t however, for she wasn’t Korean. Her abuela an
