My daughter married a Korean man at 21 and left the family, yet every year she sent the same message

That eighty thousand dollars a year was not her rich husband’s pocket change. That was my daughter’s youth, her health, her blood. She starved herself in an empty house only to make sure that I was living comfortably. Those boxes with cash upstairs were her savings; she converted all of it to US dollars and planned a single enormous transfer right before coming back to me.

I saw those tired hands of hers and experienced a deep wave of guilt.

“My silly girl,” I whispered, kissing the top of her head. “I did not want anything else but you.”

We spent the rest of that day talking, and we took a flight home first thing in the morning. As the plane lifted off, I held her hand tight, knowing I was finally flying home with the only fortune that ever mattered.

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