She covered her face.
“I can’t do this anymore.”
I stood immediately.
“What?”
She started crying.
Not politely.
Not carefully.
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The kind of crying that comes after years of refusing to.
I moved around the table and sat beside her.
She leaned against me.
“I thought I had to handle everything myself.”
“You never did.”
“Yes, I did.”
“No.”
“I chose this.”
Her voice cracked.
“I chose to come here.”
“I chose Kang Jun.”
“I chose the job.”
“I chose being far away.”
“So every time something went wrong, I thought I didn’t have the right to complain.”
I held her hand.
“Of course you had the right.”
“But you warned me.”
“That doesn’t mean I wanted you to suffer.”
She looked at me.
“I thought you’d say, ‘I told you so.’”
That hurt more than I expected.
“Mary Lou.”
“I know you wouldn’t now.”
She wiped her face.
“But that’s what I imagined.”
I squeezed her fingers.
“I worried because I’m your mother.”
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“I didn’t need to be right.”
“I needed you safe.”
She broke down again.
Over the next several hours, the truth came slowly.
Her marriage to Kang Jun had not turned into some dramatic nightmare.
There was no single villain.
That almost made it harder.
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They had simply grown apart.
He worked constantly.
She worked constantly.
They stopped talking about anything except responsibilities.
Finances.
Schedules.
Obligations.
Family expectations.
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Years passed.
They became two people maintaining a life instead of living one.
Mary Lou kept sending money to me.
Kept working.
Kept saying she was fine.
Because admitting she was unhappy felt like admitting that everyone who had questioned her choices had been right.
“I kept thinking I could fix it.”
She stared at the table.
“Then I realized I couldn’t remember the last time I enjoyed my own life.”
I touched her hand.
“Then maybe it’s time to stop proving something.”
“To who?”
“Everyone.”
She looked at me.
“Including yourself.”
That night, we talked until almost sunrise.
About Kang Jun.
About Samuel.
About the twelve years between us.
About the things we’d both avoided saying.
I admitted I had resented her sometimes.
Not for leaving.
For staying away so long.
Mary Lou cried when I told her about the extra place I’d set at Christmas.
“You still did that?”
“Every year.”
“Mom.”
“It was ridiculous.”
“No.”
She shook her head.
“It wasn’t.”
During my visit, something changed between us.
We stopped behaving like two women trying not to burden each other.
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We became mother and daughter again.
We went to markets.
Ate too much.
Got lost once.
Then twice.
Mary Lou laughed more in those few weeks than I’d heard her laugh in years.
One afternoon, we sat in a small restaurant eating soup.
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Mary Lou watched the elderly woman behind the counter greet customers.
She knew everyone’s name.
A businessman came in alone.
She gave him extra rice without asking.
Two students shared one dish.
She brought them another bowl.
An older man entered and sat quietly near the window.
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The owner sat with him for several minutes.
I said:
“This place feels like somebody’s living room.”
Mary Lou smiled.
“Dad would’ve loved it.”
“Yes.”
“He always said food tastes better when someone wants you at the table.”
I looked at her.
Samuel used to say that.
Suddenly, an idea that seemed ridiculous became possible.
“What if we did something like this?”
Mary Lou laughed.
“Opened a restaurant?”
“Why not?”
“You don’t know anything about running a restaurant.”
“Neither did that woman once.”
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“You’re sixty-three.”
“Thank you for the reminder.”
She smiled.
“You’re serious.”
“Maybe.”
The idea followed us.
At first, it was a joke.
Then a conversation.
Then numbers written on napkins.
By the time my visit was ending, Mary Lou had made a decision.
