After a long time, Sarah unlocked the door to her mother's bedroom.
It took a while to get rid of the stale air and cleaned the room again to make it comfortable, which Sarah determined to do it herself. She only asked Hajin to give her pointer, while he watched her from the door. It was still a sacred place that Sarah didn't want to share, even to her own lover.
While moving back and forth to get rid of the dust and airing the room, the blurry image of her mother moving around the room--which she had been supressed because of the pain--started to get clearer and clearer. It was still hard; she still felt like her heart was crushed as if the jade pendant weight a ton and was pressing on her chest, but...
It was bearable.
Yeah. Her tears fell once or twice, but she could wipe them with her sleeve and move on instead of crumpling up on the ground.
Which was good. It was good enough. She knew she could sleep there without sobbing herself to sleep.
