51 - Prison

When I woke up, my head was no longer resting on the rough mattress of the police station, but on welcoming thighs. Around me, the light only illuminated enough to distinguish the objects of my house. Which wasn't much.

The cold bit my side. Brrr. Somebody turn on the radiator! I turned around, looking for warmth in this body that was warming me up.

" What, Song-ho? Have you gotten used to Parisian comfort?"

The spirit of sleep dissipated and I looked up at my host.

I was at home in Manpo. On Mom's thighs.

Mama!

I put my arms around her waist, "Mama! I missed you so much!"

She smiled at me and stroked my curls, "Stop, you know that's not true."

I shook my head, "No. Forgive me for betraying you. I am no longer worthy to be your son."

As soon as I said those words, my mother's neck blackened and her eyes rolled back.

I remember screaming.