Taking a Family Photo

The morning after the Olympiad ended.

I sat on a sofa in the hotel lobby, staring intently at the revolving door.

Round and round-.

Every time the door turned, my head automatically poked out, then ducked back in when a stranger came through.

It had already happened a dozen or so times.

My neck was starting to get a little sore from bobbing in and out.

“Ayeon, staring at it won't make them get here any faster.”

Dad said with a laugh as he sipped his coffee.

“I know. Buuut-.”

Come to think of it, it'd already been two weeks since I'd been apart from Arin...