Mirae:
When I come downstairs, I see my mother making a phone call in the living room and suddenly, I am transported to when I was a little kid, holding the railing of the staircase, mesmerized by the confidence my mother exuded.
She was everything I have always wanted to be, smart, hard working, confident but then as I grew, I realized she was everything I didn’t want to be: cold, unavailable, emotionally detached.
Now, as I stare at my mom- the woman I haven’t seen for months now seated graciously on the chair, I can’t help but allow the mixed feelings wash all over me again.
“Mirae. I can literally sense your presence,” she says, making me freeze on the spot. She drops her phone on her lap, gesturing for me to come. I take countless deep breaths, why do I always get so giddy and ne
