Seaweed Soup

I picked up Good Man’s phone and saw a strange phone number. “Yeobosayo?”


“Ah, hello Mother.”

“Amanda! Today is Good Man’s birthday.”

“I know.”

“Amanda! Why aren’t you at work?”

“I am going soon.”

“Amanda! Cook my son seaweed soup for his birthday.”

“I will. Here is [Good Man].” I handed Good Man the phone. He didn’t even lift his head from the pillow.


“Honey,” I said, tapping his head, “you have the phone upside down.”

“Oh, shit! I forgot to cook you miyeok guk!”

“It’s OK, that means I am not one year older.”