letter by yeom seung hee

English Translation
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My dearest son,
I miss you so much. If I could just hear your voice once, I would have no remaining wishes. If you could just come to Korea alive and healthy into your mother’s arms, I would become a bird and fly to wherever you are to bring you back to me. My dear son, do you remember the round dining table in our house back in the day? I miss that dinner table, the one we’d cozily gather around and eat corn rice with white cabbage kimchi. I miss that house so much. I want nothing more or nothing less than just to sit at that dinner table with all my children. If I could, I would die now with no regrets. My son, unification will surely come. So please, until that day, I pray that you just stay alive somewhere in this world. Because until the day I meet you comes, I will be working hard, really hard. Because at any cost, I will go to North Korea, the motherland where you are. My son, let’s make a promise together. Keep this promise you made with your mother.