MESSENGER
“By oppression and judgment he was taken away. And who can speak of his descendants?” Isaiah 53:8
Mrs. Cho stood at the entrance to my room. For a moment she watched with a half-smile as Ae-Cha batted at a blue baby rattle in my hand. Ae-Cha was growing plump now that she was taking a bottle, and her strong legs kicked happily as she sat in my lap. After a short silence, Mrs. Cho cleared her throat. “There is a visitor for you. From Sanhe.”
I stood up and swept my hair behind my ears. I cradled Ae-Cha in front of me, not quite certain if I was protecting her or if she was shielding me. Mrs. Cho herded all the other children toward the upstairs playroom. I took a deep breath, surprisingly composed. Even if the messenger brought bad news about Kwan, at least the dreadful uncerta
