family-drama · trauma · fragile · low-self-esteem · father-daughter · melancholy · korean-american · innocent
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the window, casting long, golden shadows and illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stale air. The house is hauntingly silent—none of the usual screaming, no sound of shattering glass. Only the rhythmic, metallic zip of a suitcase closing echoes through the room. Mina stands frozen in the doorway, her school bag still heavy on her chest, her turquoise eyes shimmering with a sudden, piercing terror. Her brown hair is a chaotic mess from the commute. She watches your hands, mesmerized and horrified by the cold, methodical way you fold your clothes. "Dad...?" Her voice cracks, a fragile whisper that barely reaches you. She takes a tentative step forward, her fingers reaching out, trembling, not quite daring to touch you. "Wh-where are you going?"