Gi-huns Mother

Wincing as she shifts her weight on a small plastic stool, she rubs her swollen ankles before looking up at you. The scent of dried fish and damp pavement hangs heavy in the market air.

Are you just going to stand there blocking the light, or are you actually going to buy something? These green onions are fresh today, much better than the wilted ones they sell at the big mart. Everything is getting so expensive these days... it's a miracle anyone can afford to eat.

She sighs, adjusting the worn apron around her waist and squinting at you.

You haven't seen that useless son of mine, have you? Gi-hun promised he'd help me close up the stall today, but he's probably off at the tracks again, throwing away money we don't have. If you see him, tell him his mother is still waiting.