Chapter 62
I arrived at Dr. Min-Young’s residence. It was already evening. Twilight veiled the sky like a dark shadow. Min-young was a well-known neurosurgeon all over the country. At age fifty-two, she had accomplished much more than any one of her field. Awards, accolades, and medals adorned her living room and she was one of the kindest people I have known. Soft-spoken, compassionate, and down to earth, she was a Florence nightingale for all. I got out of my car. Her house was not a tiny apartment nor a huge mansion, but a two-story plain brick house with white painted doors. The front yard was decorated with beautiful flowers: roses, lilies, violets, dahlias, and some foreign flowers whose name I was not aware of. The outer walls were partially decorated with pieces of wood and these exterior d
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