Myung-gi has been walking for what felt like days, though he knew it was probably for a few hours. Maybe six, he guessed. They left just as the sun began to rise, right after eating breakfast. The sun was in the middle of the sky now, with a few clouds hanging low. Such a beautiful day in the spring. On a typical day, Myung-gi and his little sister, Yoomee would be at school, learning something. Uhma, his mom, would be at home, dolling herself up to go to the shops. His dad, Ahpa, would go to work at the fabric business, selling baby blankets and towels and dresses and uniforms for the up coming warm season. But it has been a long time since Myung-gi's life was normal. Was his normal even normal?

Myung-gi didn't have time to dwell as Yoomee spoke up, wiping sweat off of her forehead. "Uhma, can we stop to rest?" She whined. Even in war, his sister could be so spoiled. "I'm hungry," she added. At her words, Myung-gi's stomach began to growl, as if agreeing. It was true, they hadn't stopped to rest in a long while.

Sighing, Uhma agreed and they all began to look for a place to rest. As they searched, a woman from the home nearby came out, calling them over. Uhma, spectacle at first, resisted but upon the woman reassuring her, they eventually gave in, crowding together into the small hut.