After spending the last five years in America, I've returned to Korea, wanting to start a new life, especially after having my baby.

As I headed to what supposed to be a nearby supermarket, I found a small place that hardly resembled a supermarket, fitting the village setting. It was closed, though lights were on, and as I peeked inside, I heard a woman accusingly say, "So you're that rascal who's been stealing my stuff?"

"Pardon?" I replied, wearing a confused expression.