As a Haenyeo, a Korean sea-woman, her day was just beginning, even before the sun rose in the bitter oceanic cold to ready herself to dive for her day’s catch. The Haenyeos were once responsible for Jeju Island’s bustling economy.
Rice piled on my plate like a cold white ant bed. Mom adjusted her glasses again. Perry dug her tongue into her cheek. She exaggerated a sigh, and Mom took the bait.
Jill climbed the dusty, rotting steps, and her upper half disappeared into the gloom.“Be careful,” I called. “Mama says that if you touch the insulation, you’ll be itchy for the rest of your life!
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