She married an African man at 21 and left us… but every year she sends us the same message”
When Theresa stepped into the arrival hall in Seoul, her heart pounded louder than the noise around her. She had memorized the photo of Mary Lou’s last video call, searching every face for the woman her daughter had become. Minutes felt like hours until she finally saw her—thinner, older, but unmistakably Mary Lou, standing hesitantly…
