Theresa had already buried one love. She never imagined she’d have to bury another while it was still breathing. For twelve years, her only daughter sent money, excuses, and a single word that haunted her nights: “well.” Neighbors envied her. She ate alone. She cried alone. Until one trembling decision pushed her onto a plane to Seou…
She married an African man at 21 and left us… but every year she sends us the same message”
