My mother was a transmigrator.
Gifted in every art, she became famous throughout the capital. Father went to great lengths to marry her.
But she had been in our household for only ten years when Father brought back the woman he had always loved.
From then on, Mother, who believed in loving only one person for life, fell ill.
As she lay dying, she stroked my hair. "Little duckling, so small and sweet, little girl, grow up fast and go seek the wide-open world."
