“Amanda, will you drink soju?”
“No, it would be weird. If I were alone with Master, I would drink soju, but since you are coming, it would be weird.”
Mother said, “You should not drink soju. It is bad for your health.”
“Mother, you told me to drink soju instead of soda.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“[Good Man] was there. It was on Skype.”
“OK, maybe I did.”
Last night Mother and I went across town to meet Master. I was nervous, but it went well. Master’s kids were super shy which made everything a little weird. We went out to the dalkkalbi place that I like so much and had a good time.
And Mother. Mother ordered soju. I touched her forehead and asked if she was OK. She laughed and said no.
“Mother, have you ever had soju with [Good Man]?”
“Only at your wedding.”
While we were eating and chatting, a man popped his head in the doorway. “Amanda.”
I looked up with confusion and realized it was Master’s Father. I don’t think I saw him on our trip here last year, so it had been three years since I’d seen him. It took me a few moments to realize who he was and I could feel a look of recognition pass over my face. “Oh!” I cried out, standing up to greet him.
Master’s Father sat down and Mother ordered another bottle of soju. We all shared one shot before Master’s Father headed back home (he had popped in just to say hi and share a shot).
“Master,” I said after he’d left, “your father looks very healthy.”
“He is. He will live a long life.”
When we departed at the subway station, I cried. I know I will continue to travel to Korea since I’m married to a Korean. And I know I’ll always visit Master’s family when I go to Korea, but it’s still hard to say goodbye.