My mother was dressed in black.
A black dress, black buret, and black lipstick.
She even had thick black eyeliner and had her nails done black. It was as if she were just coming from a funeral. Or rather, that she was in mourning.
It wasn't what I thought it was, right?
"I'm sure I asked you a question," she said, her eyes flicking from me to Tae-Hyun on the bed. "What do you think you're doing here with my husband?"
They didn't even get married yet, but I guess one way or the other, she found a way to finalize things and make him her husband, despite him being in a coma.
Facing her now, it felt like I was facing a witch, and I felt disgusted.
All that complex feeling of mother and son I felt before had completely vanished.
"Are you deaf?" She asked, her tone growing aggressive when I decided to answer.
"I came to see Tae-Hyun," I said.
It's fine. She has no idea what's going on. I didn't say anything misleading either, in case she overheard.
"Why?"
"Because he saved me."
