90.

Kai

The painting looked familiar. The more I painted it, the more I realized who I was drawing and I dropped the paintbrush. "Sh*t"

My phone buzzed, drawing my attention to where it stood on the table, and I went to pick it up, but not before cleaning my hands.

"Woojin"

"Mrs Xiao"

"How have you been?"

It was no surprise that my therapist was calling only after a few weeks of arriving, and I walked to the living room. We had promised to call each other from time to time.

"Good and you?"

"Good too. Just called to check up on you"

"I know, I'm fine really."

"Have you found anyone yet?"

I shook my head even though she wasn't there, "no, not yet."

"Oh."

I had promised to find someone to date after a lot of our sessions together, but LGBT had not been a favorite topic of the people in Asia.

"Have you contacted your mum yet?"

"I would if I knew where she was."

"What about your dad?"

"I haven't found the courage to go meet him yet. All I have is a diary that states that he's my father"

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