A Mother’s Time on the Hill

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Preface Reading Time on Namsan The Warmth That Drifted Away In the mirror, I meet a face streaked with gray. Familiar, yet distant— time has quietly written itself across my eyes and brow.I return to childhood. My mother’s hands shaped my world. A single carton of milk felt abundant. Her arms held certainty, and time moved slowly, without hurry.But years passed. I crossed school gates, learned worlds she never knew, loosened my grip, and moved forward.She remained where she had always been. Looking Back Now, on Namsan, I read time in reverse. Her face drifts toward me like mist— visible, yet untouchable.A mother’s time asks nothing. It does not insist on remembrance, yet never disappears. Only now do I see what was essential and what quietly slipped away.If you are holding her hand, hold it a little longer. One day, with hair turned gray, you may search for her face through thinning memory.From Namsan, Seoul’s lights shimmer below. The future is soft at its edges. Autumn 2026 Hongsahn

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