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“Open Your Hands, Here Is Some Light”

In the darkness of my depression, my daughter helps me navigate the shadows

Illustration: Haejin Park

Every evening when the sun starts to set, my daughter picks me a bouquet of light.

The front door of our house is glass-paned, so she crouches in front of it, where lines of sun are drifting across the wood…