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The daughter's unexpected visit brings memories, emotions, history, and a lot of questions, stirring a much cooled pot – and things get even more complicated in this tale of love, loss, time, perspective, expectations, prejudice, dedication, understanding, misunderstanding, and ultimately, the vastness of choice.Teaser:Swinging long black hair behind a shoulder, looking up from the shoes she is slipping out of, "I'm sorry I didn't call. It seemed weird. 'Hi. I'm not in Korea any more, I'll be right over.' " Walking to the sink to get water, "but maybe I should have. I kind of just landed on you." She moves just like her too – same smooth lines, all grace. Turning back, catching me looking at her, she does not flinch.Trying to collect myself, "you really – you are a little bit taller but you look just like her twenty years ago.""When you won her over?" teasing smile. "And how come I don't know that story?""No," I shake my head. "She was stunning, I didn't dare go near her. We didn't really connect until – well, except for shooting her for the agency, we didn't even talk at first.""You just admired from afar?""Crushed out is more like it," I laugh. Finding the human condition and our antics endlessly fascinating, I tend to write 'slice of life' pieces about moments, situations, interactions, personalities – most often with some amount of humor or irony, always with wonder. The subject or subjects are frequently lgbtq, w/w, to the degree it matters, since people are people, stories are stories.