Suddenly, Dr. Choi's life began to make more sense as the days went by. Having witnessed a silhouette similar to her dead daughter had resulted as if a renowned painter had chosen to use the brightest colors from his palette to decorate the downcast face of the professional. And if so, then that artist had carried out her work with success, since the doctor had gone from a deplorable state, locked in her room and avoiding going outside for a long time, to show a more cheerful, fun composure; now she laughed while she watched comedy series on television and accompanied some of her neighbors on the way, while she bought bread or returned from the market with bags full of purchases.
Her friends started visiting her from that week when Choi had discovered someone similar to Clara, but no one
