She woke to a white ceiling in a city that would never know her daughter's name. Her arms remembered a weight her bed could not provide, her body forgot a work her heart could not un-do. This is the day Kim Jisoo learned that motherhood, for her, would always be carried in the space between memory and anticipation β and that the bridge home would still hold, exactly when she needed it to.
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