100 Word Memoir

It’s 10:00 in Seoul

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Trembling feet. Sweaty palms. I was waiting for the call that would change it all.

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9:00 in Singapore. 10:00 in Seoul. Almost. 

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Walking up the hill, a familiar weight settled in my palms. Not my phone, but my grandfather's comforting hand.

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Guiding my chopsticks, steadying my brush.

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His presence, lingering. His words, echoing. His absence, consuming. 

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Just as I reached the top of the hill, “Dad” flashed on the screen.

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I fought to steady my trembling hands, holding my phone against my ear.

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His sigh, my silence. 

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Then his words.

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“It's 10:00 in Seoul.”