“The Dead Do Age” by Song Jae-Hak
Each year my mother goes to a photo studio. It’s there where my father ages, where the lines of my mother’s forehead soften and in an instant, for a moment, they become my father’s wrinkles....
Korean Literature in Translation
Each year my mother goes to a photo studio. It’s there where my father ages, where the lines of my mother’s forehead soften and in an instant, for a moment, they become my father’s wrinkles....