[contemplative music playing]
♪ ♪
[traffic passing outside]
[traffic continues passing]
[Margaret] I couldn't stop thinking about you.
About how you were doing, what you were doing.
And to be honest, I... I don't know if I wanted you to be doing well.
But I'm glad you responded to my message.
I didn't know if you were still in Hong Kong, or...
Clarke and I are moving back to the States.
We have to... for our other kids.
They need to be able to live.
I guess...
we all need to keep living.
Even you.
[♪ Boys Republic: "Dress Up"]
[Charly sings along in Korean]
-[Mercy laughs] -[Charly] What?
-You sing it. -[laughs]
-I don't know it. -You should.
[Mercy laughs]
You know, I've never felt more Korean than I do in Hong Kong.
You know, all your friends, that's the first thing they tell each other about me.
"This is Charly's girlfriend."
-[chuckles] -"She's Korean."
They think it's cool.
You know being Korean
and being Korean-American are totally different things, right?
But at least you know something about Korea, right?
Have you ever heard of those protesters?
Lee Han-yeol and Park Jong-chul.
They are so inspiring.
I don't know.
Mm, Queens is pretty far from South Korea.
They just want to get to know you.
In the States, that would be known as a microaggression.
You Americans are too sensitive.
Mm. I'm too sensitive?
[speaking Cantonese]
-Thank you. -I got to go.
I have to go talk to my boss.
Do you really have to go?
I haven't had a shift in so long, which is weird, and also making me poor.
[singing Boys Republic's "Dress Up"]
[Charly laughs]
[Charly continues singing song]
[Mercy laughs]
-[gasps] -[mutters]
[protester] ...until our demands are addressed.
[newswoman] Do you anticipate a resolution to the Occupy movement anytime soon?
That's really not up to me to say.
Can you tell us about your recent arrest?
Look, there's always personal sacrifice, but somebody has to take a stand.
Our generation was... [continues indistinctly]
[♪ Capital Cities: "Safe And Sound"]
♪ I could lift you up ♪
♪ I could show you what you want to see and take you where you want to be ♪
♪ You could be my luck ♪
♪ Even if the sky is falling down ♪
♪ I know that we'll be safe and sound ♪
♪ We're safe and sound ♪
♪ I could fill your cup ♪
♪ You know my river won't evaporate, this world we still appreciate ♪
♪ You could be my luck ♪
♪ Even in a hurricane of frowns I know that we'll be safe and sound ♪
♪ Safe and sound ♪
♪ We're safe and sound ♪
♪ Safe and sound ♪
♪ We're safe and sound ♪
♪ Hold your ground ♪
♪ We're safe and sound ♪
♪ Safe and sound ♪
[echoing] ♪ Safe and sound...
[Apple] Come.
Um, I got your text. Is everything okay?
I don't have time to baby you, so I'm just going to get straight to the point.
We have a complaint about you.
Oh. Oh, the guy at the Tregunter party?
He totally felt me up when I was trying to serve him an endive,
so I should sue him.
And chili oil comes out. Fact.
A client called and said she had money go missing from the purse of a guest.
Her description of you was clear.
Clearly what? What did she say?
She knew your name.
What? How?
You're lucky she's not pressing charges.
But I'm innocent.
This is so unfair. What am I supposed to do for money?
I can barely afford rent as it is.
[keyboard keys clicking]
[melancholy music playing]
[Mercy] My mother is coming to see me in a few weeks, and I'm dreading it.
I just want to have something good to tell her when I see her.
And I never do.
Sometimes I search the news for horrible stories.
About, like, serial killers,
or children falling out of windows after being left alone by their teenage mom,
or that woman who had a chimpanzee as a pet
and had sedated it before her friend came over,
but then the chimp reacted badly to the drug, and it tore her friend's face off.
I guess it just makes me feel better
to read about all the chaos...
...about all the terrible things happening around us
so I can pretend that my life isn't that bad,
like what I've done isn't that bad.
Maybe it's just so I feel a little less alone.
[indistinct chatter]
[Charley] Well, I'm glad everything is okay with your boss.
Sure you don't want one?
Okay. I'm gonna eat 'em all.
You have a big appetite these days.
-Hey! -[laughs]
Looks good lah. I like it.
You were too skinny before.
It means you are happy.
[Mercy laughs]
[laughing]
[speaking Cantonese]
[indistinct chatter]
Hey. Hey, Mercy?
Mercy?
David? What are... what are you doing here?
-I've been trying to get ahold of you-- -[speaking Cantonese]
-Can-can we talk? -[speaking Cantonese]
What's going on?
Uh, he's telling him he has to go.
[speaking Cantonese]
I don't think he likes you.
-[David scoffs] -[elevator bell dings]
S... Sorry. I'm-I'm David, by the way.
Uh, Charly.
I've-I've been calling.
Sorry. Sorry. Do you mind going up first?
-Yeah, sure. -I'll-I'll be up in just a minute.
-All right. -Thanks.
[elevator bell dings]
[David] I know
we both needed some time to figure things out.
I sort of need to know where your head's at.
[Mercy] You really didn't seem to care that much before.
I mean, it kind of seemed like you didn't want anything to do with this,
-me. -Yeah, I know.
I was a dick... before. I'm sorry. I...
I'm just starting to realize what a gift this is.
A gift?
Yeah, the baby.
[woman speaks Cantonese]
Or did you already...?
Oh, God. You did, didn't you?
-Did what? -Well...
No, I didn't.
So you decided to keep it?
-I don't know. -Mercy, it's a little late. What are you?
Four, five months pregnant?
Look, I-I got the name and number of the OB that everyone uses.
He's at the Matilda.
It's the "Ritz on the Peak," they call it.
He's supposed to be the best.
I'll pay for it, of course.
-It's okay. -You can't afford it on your own.
-I'll figure it out. -Stop it, Mercy. You need me.
-Well, I don't want to need you. -I'm the father. I have a right to be
-a part of any decisions that are being made. -You have a right?
You sure about that?
You know what? Do whatever the fuck you want.
Finally agree!
You know, I... I'm trying to do the right thing here.
Okay, I even wrote you a check
so you don't have to feel weird about the money and stuff.
Thanks, but if I'm gonna do this, I'm doing it on my own.
Fine. I'll just go fuck off then.
Fine! Whatever.
[gate opens, closes]
Hey.
So... that was David.
I heard.
We should get back to the protest.
Wait. Um... I want to talk to you about something.
Is it about that boy?
Gus?
No.
Well, I mean, that's how we met.
[Charly] Who?
Me and David.
Uh, he was there the night Gus went missing.
He was very... kind.
-Yeah. -He took me home.
If you are trying to say that you two were together before,
it's okay.
No. No, we weren't together.
That's... that's not what it was.
He's married, and it was...
I'm pregnant with his baby.
What? Like, right now?
But I told him I don't want him anywhere near me.
How long have you known?
I don't know.
Couple months.
Couple months?
Now you see what I'm saying.
It's so fucked.
No matter how far I run, I can't outrun the curse,
and it's always there, and things always get messed up
before I even have a chance to--
A chance?
A chance to be happy.
To live my life, to be free of this thing.
How can you say you haven't been given a chance... to me?
I didn't mean it like that.
You blame everything on some curse like you don't have a choice
in your own life, in your own happiness.
Unlike so many people in the world, you have nothing but choices.
No, please don't go.
You are so lucky, and you don't even see it.
You have an American degree, you have an American passport.
You have freedom.
And now you are pregnant with some rich gweilo's baby.
Whose fault is it this time?
His wife? Is she part of your curse?
Am I?
Or is it that you can't think of anyone else but yourself?
Charly.
-Charly, I want to go with you. -Why?
So you can brag to everyone back home that you protested?
It isn't your fight, and it never was.
You're a tourist.
It doesn't affect your future.
Not really. You can just leave.
Another blessing I'm sure you can't see.
[gasping]
[indistinct chatter in distance]
[slow, somber music playing]
[Mercy] The truth is, I never really thought of you.
I could put you out of my mind because I knew nothing about you,
and it was easier that way...
....until a friend pointed out how shitty that was,
and I realized that she was right.
I can't imagine what you must think of me.
How much you must hate me.
And you should.
I'd be angry, too.
[Brinder] Look who's home.
[laughs]
[speaking Punjabi] You look tired.
You're not using the face cream I got you?
It keeps away the wrinkles.
[Hilary] So this is the new kitchen?
Oh, it's hardly new.
You haven't been home in five years.
Is that your Tesla out there? Whose idea was that?
Uh, your dad brought it home as a gift.
I'm sure you deserved it.
Oh... damn it. I forgot the dhaniya.
-Want me to go? -No.
Consuelo can go. Consuelo?
Can you go to the store and get me some fresh coriander?
Want me to chop some garlic?
[door creaks]
[sighs]
[Brinder] Now, don't forget, we're having a paath tomorrow
for your father's recovery.
I wanted to fit it in before Papa has his surgery.
Mom, I didn't bring any of my Indian clothes.
Oh, well, I've got Consuelo to put your old things in the attic.
There'll be something in there.
[speaks Punjabi] Now we need to get going.
-[sighs] -[Brinder] He's very frail, you know?
There's a time
and place for everything, Harpreet.
Your dad doesn't need to know about your divorce.
-Mom. -Well, he's sick.
Getting too agitated could kill him.
-Just be nice. -Be nice?
I can't lie. He's gonna ask about David.
[Brinder] Look who's here. He's sleeping.
You need to let him rest.
It's not good for him to have so much commotion in the room.
[speaking Punjabi] We're leaving.
Kids, let's go.
We'll see your father when he wakes up.
-Did you know that they would be here? -[Brinder] Of course.
Have you met them before?
Oh, we have brunch together. What do you think?
Your father flew them in from Delhi.
I honestly don't know what he sees in that shameless gold digger.
She looks like one of those beggars you'd find in some bus station in Bathinda.
What do you expect when you've just come from selling mangoes
-in the market? -Mom. [speaks Punjabi]
Please.
[Hilary] I forgot how good your dal is.
[speaks Punjabi] When are you going to learn to make it?
[Brinder] Mm. I'm sorry you didn't get a chance to talk to him today.
Your father's changed a lot, you know, since he got sick.
Do people change? I don't know.
Mm, he became reflective.
Well, he certainly had a lot to be reflective about.
You could've left, you know.
You had a job. You could have supported yourself.
What kind of life is that?
-A life without all that toxicity. -Oh.
Sorry, I don't speak Oprah.
[♪ Eartha Kitt: "Friendless Blues"]
♪ In my own hometown ♪
♪ I met a man ♪♪
[holy man chanting in foreign language]
[holy man continues]
[baby fusses]
[holy man continues]
-[♪ ABBA: "Lay All Your Love on Me"] -♪ Don't go wasting your emotion ♪
-♪ Lay all your love ♪ -Hi.
♪ On me...
Hi.
I'm Sukhi.
This is Fauja.
I know who you are.
Mum didn't want to come. We thought it was a good idea.
We always wanted to meet you.
Papaji speaks so highly of you.
Me? He talked about me to you?
He always talks about how successful you are.
Obviously, he didn't mention either of you to me.
I wouldn't think so.
I'm sure he was thrilled to finally have the son he always wished I was.
He is a good man.
I think you were raised by a very different man.
[Sukhi] I know things were tough for Papaji in America.
He said that he was very scared there. He felt not in control.
And what control did we have?
I'm sorry?
-[softly] Forget it. -He loves you very much.
You must understand.
♪ Don't go wasting your emotion ♪
♪ Lay all your love ♪♪
Look who has come!
Prodigal daughter returns.
She came to see you yesterday, but you were asleep.
[exhales]
-You're here, beta. -[Hilary] Hi, Dad.
I'll go get us some coffee. You two can catch up.
You okay? You nervous?
[exhales] Much better now that you're here.
It's been too long.
I'm sorry I didn't come back.
[sighs] I understand.
How is, uh, David?
He's, uh...
sorry that he couldn't be here.
I see.
Have you met Fauja and Sukhi?
-I have. -They are good children.
I hope you will soften towards them when I am gone.
You'll see the benefits of having a family.
Is that how you see us all? As a family?
Of course. My family.
Children are God's gift to men.
It's not too late for, uh,
-you and David to-- -I'm pregnant, actually.
Oh, my God.
I was saving the news for you, and there it is.
Do you know yet if it's a boy?
Yes.
-It's a boy. -Oh, beta.
That's wonderful.
Thank you for the nourishing and hopeful news.
They're ready for you, Mr. Singh.
If you're ready, that is.
[Daleep] A boy.
What a blessing.
Thank you for the wonderful news, beta.
It gives me strength.
Hey, Dad.
I want you to know that...
my baby is gonna grow up knowing what kind of a man his grandfather was.
That's my greatest wish, beta.
I'm gonna tell him everything about you.
Like how you fractured Mom's jaw on Mother's Day.
And how you threw her down the stairs,
and how none of her rings fit because you broke every single one of her fingers.
And how while you were being a loving dad to that other family,
I was at home icing her bruised face.
No matter what that other family says,
I'll never forget, and I will never forgive you.
You can go now.
[somber music playing]
♪ ♪
[music intensifies]
[indistinct P.A. announcements]
-Hi. -[David] Hi.
Oh, come here. Hey.
I'm so sorry about your dad.
-Here. -Thank you.
-How's your mom doing? -Oh, you know, she's...
Brinder?
Yeah. Come on.
I'm glad you called me.
I was worried about you for a while. Come on.
Hil?
[Hilary] I killed my father.
Oh, God, I'll never forgive myself.
-No, no, I killed him. -No.
David, I killed him.
-I killed my father! -Why-why-why don't we go to the car?
We'll talk about it in there, okay?
-[gasping] -Okay?
It's all right.
[Hilary] It was like I was just...
watching myself, like some sort of tortured spirit,
as I was just saying things I had no control over.
No, you know what? No, I did have control.
Actually, if I'm being honest... [sighs]
it was like I just couldn't stop myself from saying it,
-like I didn't want him to die without hearing it. -Mm-hmm.
[crying] Like I just, I just couldn't stand the thought of it.
Oh, fuck.
-Did you tell him we were separated? -No, I didn't have the time.
I was too busy killing him with my words.
Come on.
I'm so tired of being a... angry.
Yeah.
How is she? Your...
Mercy.
Can I ask you something?
When you said you didn't want kids,
did you just mean you didn't want them with me?
No, of course not.
Is that what you thought?
[laughs softly]
Yeah, Mercy doesn't want my help.
She doesn't want anything to do with me.
Well...
She might come around. You don't know.
[sniffles]
All you can do is be a good guy.
That's what she said, too, that I should be a good guy.
-Because it's true. -It's like... [sighs]
I was just trying to figure out who I could be after you, and then...
all of this shit happens.
And I didn't have any time to think.
You're not asking me to feel sorry for you, are you?
[laughs] No.
No, of course not.
No.
-Fuck. -[stifled laugh]
Okay, this might be a bit weird, but...
last time I saw Mercy, she actually asked me for your number.
Would that be...?
Sure.
Yeah?
Hmm.
[contemplative music playing]
[Hilary] I don't know what's next.
I'd always thought of David as my home.
That's what we said.
"Wherever we go, as long as we're together...
-See you around the neighborhood? -Yeah.
-...we're home." -Thanks, Sam.
[Hilary] L.A. is certainly not home anymore.
Going back made that apparent.
But who am I to tell you about loss?
At least I know I'll heal.
I'm scared, of course, but...
There's this saying about how you can't discover new lands
without the courage to lose sight of the shore.
Can't wait to get some color in here.
-Color would be nice in here. -[grunts]
[Hilary] I think about this saying a lot.
Moving forward.
Onwards.
Yeah.
Not looking back.
[TV newsman] ...met no resistance to the clearing of the occupied area...
-No-no scooting in the-- -[Philip] Sorry, Mom.
[TV newsman] ...what the next step would be for the Occupy movement.
[TV newswoman] The situation is returning to normal
in Hong Kong's financial district
after the removal and arrest of hundreds of pro-democracy protesters.
Police officers armed with chain saws and excavators
destroyed the camp outside government headquarters,
the epicenter of the campaign.
Most protesters vacated the area peacefully and quietly,
with no resistance.
However, as Gabriel Ulls reports,
some defiant protesters remain.
[Gabriel] Until Thursday, the area outside of Hong Kong...
[Margaret] Hey, honey, um...
-I'm gonna go run some errands. -[Clarke] Okay.
Had a reservation under Margaret Woo.
[indistinct chatter]
Thanks so much.
-Thank you. -Enjoy.
[wistful music playing]
[breathes deeply]
♪ ♪
[Mercy] Do you know what the opposite of talking is?
It's not listening, it's waiting.
So, are you just waiting? Are you not listening to me?
It's just that this is a really weird conversation,
and-and there are all these awkward pauses.
You're pregnant.
-I didn't know how to tell you. -I knew.
Really?
-How? -People talk.
Hong Kong's small.
How are Daisy and Philip?
They don't know about this, that I contacted you.
-Why did you contact me? -[Mercy] I don't know.
To apologize, maybe.
I also owe you an apology.
Why?
I called your work. I got you fired.
That was you.
You lied about me stealing.
It feels petty now, but at the time
it was all I could think of.
I was hurt and angry.
[Margaret] You had every right to be upset.
I'm sorry that my accusations affected your marriage.
It wasn't personal against David.
I was desperate for answers and I was willing to find them anywhere.
Sorry.
All I can think about is meat and milk.
Meat and milk.
You're hungry.
Last night, when I was lying in bed,
when I closed my eyes, on the back of my eyelids,
there was a chicken carcass.
I wanted to eat the flesh of something so badly, I could smell it.
[Hilary] You're growing flesh.
Makes sense that you'd dream of it.
Ms. Kim? Please come with me.
Yeah.
[Dr. Leung] Mercy Kim.
Twenty-five.
Can you tell me the date of your last period?
-It's blank on the form. -Um...
It's not something I usually keep track of.
I'm more like moon to moon.
I see.
Well, I guess the baby will have to tell us.
[nurse] Please lie back.
We're going to open your robe.
[grunts] Maybe you should buy me dinner first.
Okay.
[Dr. Leung] Great.
Relax.
Have you been taking good care of yourself?
Folic acid?
Prenatals?
Does the OJ in a screwdriver count?
No.
We take some measurement to see how many weeks you're at.
Ah.
Oh, you're quite far along.
Have you not seen a doctor?
It's been on my to-do list.
Well, you must start taking supplements.
Here's your baby.
[somber music playing]
That's my baby?
I'd say you're about 23 weeks along.
I can't feel it, but it's totally moving. That's so weird.
Everything looks normal. Luckily, you're young.
Too many women are getting pregnant too old.
[heart beating]
Do you want to know the sex?
Um...
[Margaret] For a long time, I wanted to erase you.
I just wanted you not to exist.
But here you are, adding to the world.
That's ironic, right?
Have you ever thought about having my baby?
Because I think about it all the time.
[softly] Don't say that.
Don't even think it.
I feel like I owe you so much.
That I've taken so much from you...
and I can't ever make it right.
I want to give you something.
Don't you want your baby?
I do.
But I don't want to mess it up for her.
And I will.
It's a girl?
I'm terrified for her already.
[workers shouting in Cantonese]
[indistinct P.A. announcements]
[Hae-soon] Mercy-a.
-[chuckles] -[Mercy] Hey, Mom.
[speaking Korean] What is this?
I know, I know I've put on a few pounds.
-Mi-young you're...? -Fat. I know.
Stop playing! You're not fat...
-You're pregnant! -Oh, my God, is that what it is?
-[gasps] -Here, I thought it's all the dim sum I've been eating.
You wench!
How?
When?
Who is the father?
-Why didn't you tell me before! -Ow.
I wanted to tell you in person.
Come on, people are staring. Let's go.
When the baby comes...
I'll make you miyeok-guk for breast feeding.
I'll need to get some oxtail too.
You need collagen.
Mom, it's too much. Don't buy any more food.
I can't fit anything else in this place.
It's just for now.
Let's sort through your things.
We'll see what to take with you.
I'll help you.
Take with me?
Yes, back to New York.
I'll book your ticket.
We can travel back together.
I'm not leaving, Mom.
You're not?
Of course you are.
There's no room for me to stay here.
Who asked you to stay?
Then who's going to take care of you?
You still haven't mentioned a father.
So I assume...
We can't expect anything from him?
That's what I thought.
[Margaret] Daisy?
-Come on, let's go, -[Philip] Come on, Chauncey. Come on.
Daisy? Philip, where's your hoodie?
-In my backpack. -Where's your backpack?
-I have it, ma'am. -Oh.
Come on! You're gonna miss the flight.
-Mom, my headphones are broken. -Okay, we got to go.
Hey, come on. We got to go. We're gonna be late.
[Daisy] I can't go any faster.
-My wheels are slow. -[Margaret] Chauncey hasn't had anything
-to eat or drink, right? -[Clarke] No, not at all.
-[Margaret] Good. -[overlapping chatter]
-Do you have a little toy for him? -[Clarke] Yeah.
[door closes]
[chatter receding]
[gentle music playing]
Who do we think we are,
any of us...
...to think we're immune to tragedy?
I can't imagine a day where it's not with me.
-Where I'm not reminded of what I-- -[Hilary] Stop.
You don't have to keep punishing yourself, you know.
You're not betraying anyone by trying to live a better life.
[Margaret] The first days after Gus went missing, I was wild with pain.
Pain you can't even imagine.
I wanted to die.
But I couldn't,
because I had to stay alive to find Gus.
I know it's hard to imagine feeling anything but pain ever again.
But you can.
-You will survive. -I have to,
for Daisy and Philip.
And when the dark thoughts hit you...
You decide whether you let them take you under.
Or whether you're gonna get up.
-Brush your teeth. -Open the curtains.
Go for a walk.
You look to the children you still have.
And you hum...
...so the silence doesn't overwhelm you.
Could've just used some breastfeeding tips.
-Essie, where's my gum? -In your backpack.
-No, I already checked. It's not there. -Essie, we need our gum...
-It's in your backpack. -No, it isn't.
-Yes, I just packed it. -...or else we're gonna have our ears pop.
What time is it?
-Uh, quarter past. We're okay. -It's in Philip's bag.
How much longer? This airport's huge.
Stop being so lazy, Daisy.
Lazy Daisy.
-[laughs] -[Daisy] Oh, my God.
-Philip. Philip. -[Philip] Lazy Daisy. Lazy Daisy.
-Dad, do you hear this? -[Clarke] Hey, hey.
-Philip, hey. Come on. -You're the one who said your legs hurt.
That's because I scraped them in soccer, not because I'm lazy.
[Daisy] That's because you just suck at soccer, Philip.
[Clarke] Guys, guys, guys.
[somber music playing]
[Mercy] So, when do you leave?
Too soon.
[Philip] Whoa, look how big that plane is.
-[Clarke] Yeah. -Dad, is that one ours?
[Clarke] Uh, yeah.
[Hilary] It'll be good for you all to be home.
I have no home without Gus.
[arguing indistinctly]
[Clarke shushes]
I'm not gonna sit in the middle seat. Come on.
-[Daisy] Why? -[chatter fades]
[Clarke] You guys, you can trade seats.
Margaret, what's wrong?
I can't.
Mom?
-[Clarke] Hey. -Mom?
-Okay. -I can't leave him here.
[Clarke] I know. I know.
-I get it. -[Daisy] What?
-I can't. -[Daisy] Wait.
It's okay.
-All right? It's okay. -[Daisy] Mom. What are you...
-I love you. -N-No, you can't do this.
Mom, come on. What are you doing?
-Let's go. -[Clarke] Mom is gonna meet us at home, okay?
We'll see her later. We'll see her later.
Daisy, I can't leave him here.
-I can't. -You're the worst mother
in the whole world, and I hate you so much.
-[Clarke] Dais... -[Essie] Daisy.
[Philip] I love you, Mom.
-[announcer over P.A.] Final boarding call... -[Clarke] Philip,
-we got to go. -[Daisy] Dad!
-[Clarke] Come on. Don't worry. -Come on.
We'll see her later, bud. All right?
[exhales] Essie.
I understand.
You take care.
[sweeping music playing]
♪ ♪
[crowd chatter]
[Hilary] Hello?
-[clerk] Hi! -Hello. Oh, it's exactly what I wanted.
It's perfect. Thank you so much.
-It's quite heavy. You good? -Uh, you know what?
-I can get it. Yep. -Okay.
-I got it. Thank you. Bye, guys. -Okay, bye.
Thank you.
[hopeful music playing]
Lady with a rug.
[laughs]
Pardon me.
Thank you, thank you.
Uh... Yeah. Sorry about that.
Thank you.
Excuse me.
Thank you. Pardon me.
Excuse me. [laughs]
[sighs]
[speaking Korean] Have some gomtang.
Don't be upset.
Come here.
Stop, Mom. I'm fine.
Come here!
[Hae-soon sighs]
My baby...
is going to have a baby?
[sniffles]
-[crying] -[sighs]
[somber music playing]
Oh... [chuckles]
Umma.
[Hae-soon shushes]
Everything is going to be okay.
Umma's here now.
Stop crying.
You need to eat well now for your baby.
Have some soup.
I'll bring you some rice.
[exhales]
[grunts softly]
[dramatic music playing]
[Mercy] Not a moment goes by where I'm not thinking about what I've done.
Not a moment goes by where I'm not thinking about you.
I had hoped for a specific event.
An unimaginable act of kindness.
A forgiveness that would reset everything.
That would give me permission to start living again.
But there is no miracle that can reset everything.
You must hold the pain and keep on living.
The pain becomes a part of you.
And soon you can't recognize yourself without it.
More than anything,
I wish that, at some point in the future, you might be happy.
That you might find yourself forgetting the pain once in a while.
I...
I hope to be happy, too.
For my daughter.
For myself.
Only we can make the choice to start living again.
To put one foot in front of the other.
Take one breath after another.
We hum.
[humming]
[soft music playing]
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