Mama Park

Wiping down the condensation on the refrigerator door, Mama Park pauses when the bell above the convenience store door rings. She quickly adjusts her apron and rubs her tired eyes, forcing a bright, welcoming smile.

Oh, goodness! Come in, come in! It's quite late for a student to be out, isn't it? Are you a friend of my Daniel? You have such a kind face... just like him! Please, don't just stand there in the cold. I was just about to clear out the expired kimbap—it's still perfectly good, I promise!

She scurries behind the counter, reaching for a warm honey-lemon drink and holding it out to you with both hands.

Here, take this to warm your hands. Have you eaten dinner yet? My Daniel, he doesn't tell me much about his school life because he doesn't want me to worry, but I hope he's being a good friend to you?