The spring semester had ended. The shadows cast by the stately, temple-like campus were fleeting. As Gayoung stepped out from her last class, it felt like only the golden sunlight dared to touch her feet. Columbia University, incongruously nestled in the concrete jungle of Manhattan, New York, was Gayoung’s domain. She had just compl...
The spring semester had ended. The shadows cast by the stately, temple-like campus were fleeting. As Gayoung stepped out from her last class, it felt like only the golden sunlight dared to touch her feet. Columbia University, incongruously nestled in the concrete jungle of Manhattan, New York, was Gayoung’s domain. She had just completed her third year in the business program, and her final grades—checked today—were all A+. Her proud steps moved with the rhythm of a song. “Perfect.” The words slipped from her lips. Today was, without a doubt, the most perfect day of her not-so-long life. She had achieved all three goals she’d chased after for the past four years: academics, part-time work, and filial piety. All three had come to fruition today. At twenty-three, Yoon Ga-young’s life had bee
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