June Hur

Fathers weren’t supposed to disappear. Fathers were supposed to stay forever.

A father can be both your protector and your worst enemy.

There had been a feeling of comfort then in
knowing that we were together. In knowing that we were not alone in a kingdom of disappearing daughters.

My father used to say that no matter how deep the lies, truth will always surface. For truth is unyielding; it will strive for the light year after year after year.”

Doing what is right, it is so utterly terrifying. And yet so freeing.

Grief
had carved out a valley in us, allowing a warm breeze to pass through. A warmth that made the rustling grass and the twittering birds sound like music, and the land under my feet feel like fire.