MY DAUGHTER MARRIED A KOREAN MAN P3

That’s how long it had been since Mary Lou left for South Korea.
Not once had she come home.
But every year, exactly $80,000 arrived.
Everyone said I was lucky.
I didn’t feel lucky.
I’m Theresa, 63 years old.
I raised Mary Lou alone after losing my husband.
She was intelligent, kind, and beautiful.
At 21, she married Kang Jun, a Korean man nearly twenty years older.
I opposed it.
But she was determined.
Soon after the wedding, she moved away.
At the airport, we cried together.
I thought she'd return someday.
She never did.
The money kept arriving.
Always $80,000.
Always the same message:
“Mom, take care of yourself. I’m doing well.”
I worried about that word.
“Well.
Neighbors whispered.
I stayed silent.
During a video call, I noticed her eyes looked distant.
When I asked why she never came home, she answered:
“I’m very busy with work, Mom.”
I stopped asking.
Years passed.
My hair turned gray.
The house improved.
The loneliness remained.
Every Christmas I still set a place for her at the table.
Finally, after twelve years, I bought a plane ticket.
I never told her.
The trip was long and exhausting.
A taxi brought me to the address she had given me.

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