After 2 days
Habang nasa bahay ako at walang ginagawa. Tinawagan ko ang anak nasa Korea.
Calling...
Kecha: Annyeong, adeul.
(Hello, son.)
Kj: Eomma? Neoni?
(Mom? Is that you?)
Kecha: Ne, naya, jal jinaess-eo?
(Yes, It's me, how are you?)
Kj: Ulineun jobumonimdeulgwa hamkke gwaenchanhseubnida, eonje jib-e gal geoni?
(We're fine with grandparents here, When will you go home?)
Kecha: Naneun-i 12 wol-eul alji moshanda. saeloun bijawa bihaeng-gi pyoleul eodgi wihae daesagwan-e gal geos-igo naneun jib-eulo dol-aol geos-ida.
(I'm not sure this December, I'm going to the embassy to get a new visa and plane ticket and I'll come back home.)
Kj: Gidalilge, keuliseumaseuga god olgeoya, eojjeomyeon jib-eseo neowa hamkke halgeoya.
(I'll wait, the christmas is about to come, maybe we'll be
