My name is Theresa, and I am sixty-three years old. I’ve been a widow since I was young, and I raised my only daughter, Mary Lou, entirely on my own. She was smart, sweet, and beautiful. Everyone said she had a great future. And it seemed like she did.
At twenty-one, she met Kang Jun, a Korean man nearly twenty years older than her. I opposed it — not out of prejudice, but because of the age gap and the distance. But my daughter was stubborn. There was a determination in her eyes that I had no power to change.
