Sunday Blues

It's funny how a person can change the atmosphere in a home. Even when I was in the smack middle of difficult chemo therapy, my home never felt sad or gloomy. There was always exchange of ideas and laughter. Even fussing didn't seem to effect the mood gauge. My parents came to visit a couple of days before my surgery. My elderly dad drove all the way from Long Island, New York to North Carolina, stopping in Virginia for overnight rest. The day after he got to Carolina he started feeling sick, understandably due to a long drive. He didn't let us know of his state but my brother and mother convinced him to go see a doctor. He begrudgingly followed. He would not smile or talk. Nobody can tell if he's mad or just didn't feel like talking. The morning after my surgery I got up early and helped my mother make breakfast for father. He sat at the table waited to be served and left the table as soon as he finished his meal. This is just how most Korean fathers role. This...