Seokjin: 1 February Year 22

There was an announcement that we would be landing soon. I still couldn’t see anything but pale clouds outside of the window. I thought back to my time in LA. I liked the sea. Nothing else aside from that came to mind. As the plane seemed to make a large turn, I saw a view of the city. 

 

I was made to return to Songju very suddenly. My father told me over the phone, “Come back.” There’s surely a reason. My father is not one to act without one. However, he didn’t tell me why. I knew I’d find out once I returned, so I didn’t ask. Actually, it’s possible that my return to Songju isn’t sudden at all. It could’ve already been decided, but only I was left in the unknown. 

 

“Is that our home?” a kid asked from the seat in front of me. I stared out the window. “No, our home is across that river,” someone who sounded like a father responded. Home. I stewed on that word. I didn’t feel like I was going home. That being said, LA wasn’t my home either. Both LA and Songju had been my addresses, but neither were my home.

 

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