I’m Ran, and I live with my husband, Kota. We don’t have any kids. My dad lives by himself back at my childhood home. Apparently, my mom had an affair and walked out on us when I was only four. Thanks to the support of my dad and the people around us, I managed to pull through. I have zero interest in seeing her. Then, out of nowhere, a call came into my dad’s house. The person on the other end claimed to be my “brother”—a child born after my mother remarried. He told me she doesn’t have much time left and that she wants to see me one last time.
Getting that call from someone claiming to be my “brother” caused all the emotions I’d kept bottled up to finally explode. The truth is, I had been waiting all this time. Waiting for the day she’d come back. Waiting for the day she’d come to get me. I didn’t have any complaints about my life with my dad and grandparents. But I’d be lying if I said a part of me didn’t still long for my mother. That wish never came true… but after this call, I finally feel a sense of closure. I’m glad I didn’t meet her. She wasn’t worth the effort. I’m fine just the way I am… and I’m grateful I was finally able to realize that.