Won-pyung Sohn

Mom raised her voice for me, turning the police station into a madhouse, with the clamoring of a parent who’d lost his child and a parent who’d found hers.

“Granny, why do people call me weird?”

Her lips loosened.

“Maybe it’s because you’re special. People just can’t stand it when something is different, eigoo, my adorable little monster.”

That was because I was always different from other kids—different from birth even, because:

I never smiled.