But in a good way.
“I don’t need you to move back to prove that you love me, Em.”
Her eyes filled.
“Good.”
She smiled.
“Because I love you from here.”
When my boarding group was called, I picked up my bag.
“I’ll call when I land.”
For years, I had interpreted distance as rejection.
Now I finally understood something different.
My daughter had never abandoned me.
She had simply built a life large enough to become completely her own.
And loving her meant allowing that life to belong to her.
Not to Joon.
Not to Young-ho.
And not to me.
