STRANGERS
“I am a stranger to my brothers, an alien to my own mother’s sons.” Psalm 69:8
Kwan and I were married the following summer. It was a quiet ceremony. So-Young helped me dress in a borrowed bridal jacket and skirt. As she tied the traditional knot around my waist, So-Young smiled.
“You are a beautiful bride.” Over the past year, So-Young rejoiced with me as my love for Kwan blossomed. Today she played the role of the gracious and joyful bridal attendant, but in my heart I wondered how So-Young felt to see me in formal Korean wedding attire, preparing to marry the man she secretly loved for so many years.
Our wedding was attended by my safe-house family and Pastor Tong from Mr. Kim’s house church. Mr. Kim stood in as a surrogate father of the bride, and I couldn’t keep from won
