Dear Mother,
Do you see me? Right there, in the center. It’s official now—I am part of history.
This photograph will be displayed in schools, in training halls, maybe even in the Great Leader’s library. Three daughters of Korea, ready to reach beyond the sky. And I am one of them. I hope you are proud. I hope father is, too.
The mission is going well. The preparations, the training, the discipline—all as precise as the rockets behind us. Every morning, we stand at attention. Every night, we recite the words of our leaders. And in between? We dream. Of orbit. Of walking among the stars. Of proving to the world that we, too, belong beyond the Earth.
I wonder if you have kept the newspaper clipping. The one where they first announced my name. It still doesn’t feel real. But when I look at this picture, I know that it is.
Soon, I will look down at our homeland from the sky. I will see the mountains, the rivers, the city where we grew up. And maybe, if I look hard enough, I will even see you.
With love,
Your daughter, Eun-ha
Eun-ha
