My mother leaves for India in a few days, my brother leaves for Russia for good, who knows when they're coming back. I have a vagrant family. The four of us (including my father) just had homemade pajeon together. This is no ordinary incident for us - all four of us sitting at one table. Sometimes I wish things weren't different and that we could all pretend that there's nothing wrong with us. Sometimes I wish I could go around the world telling everyone I have a functional family. But really, there's nothing any of us can do about reality.