"Today, our divorce was finalized." The text message from my mother was written simply, though she usually sends many pictures and symbols with her messages. I remember that I didn't feel any particular emotion, except that the time had come. Because my parents continued to live apart in the same house for a long time, their relationship gently came to an end over the years. It was no wonder that a draft blowing between the two could completely break the family at any time.
In Japan, legend has it that a man and woman who are predestined to meet have been tied at the little finger by an invisible red string since birth. The red string tying my parents together came undone, broke, or perhaps was never even tied to begin with. If the two had never met, I would never have been born into this world. If anything, you might say that there is an unbreakable red string of fate between parent and child.
I found myself thinking about the relationship between my parents and I. I couldn't help feeling extremely anxious about it. I was driven to visit my parents' house many times. My family will probably never be all together again. But there is proof inside of each of us that we once lived together. To ensure the red string that ties my family together does not come undone, I want to reel it in and tie it tight.