The calligrapher's daughter_ a novel - Eugenia Kim [141]
Mother
August 31, 1936
Wilmington, Delaware
My Dearest Wife,
This afternoon I was relieved to receive the one letter dated “fourth month” from you, the only letter from home this year so far, and it for I have written steadily every week. That the , and is what I surmised since your letters simply ceased to arrive. I was quite worried, so my relief that you are well is enormous, especially on this, the second anniversary of our marriage. By my absence I have not been a good husband to you and I beg your forgiveness. A classmate from New York tells me that the talk at the as well as the rising temperatures toward . I hear also that the controversy about , and that the division is along class lines as it has historically always been. We are starved for accurate information. Know that I continue to keep you in my prayers and my mind as the distance between us, with unpredictable correspondence, seems to grow.
I hope your mother’s health is benefiting from your wise hands as well as my own mother’s health benefited. I also have not heard from my parents for some time now, but I know from what you have written to me that my mother will never forget the caring and gentle soul of her second son’s wife. And you needn’t feel sorry that now she has no one to help her. The seminarian’s wife is there for another year and will undoubtedly be of assistance. How frightening it must have been to see a glimpse of your mother’s mortality! I pray for her and for your continued strength in providing for her wellness. As for what you say is your failure as a wife, that is nonsense. It is I who have failed you, for no new wife should have had to suffer the transition from one household to another without her husband. I assure you that my parents will get along fine. They have the strong presence of their church and the mission community surrounding them. and I am more than grateful for all that you’ve done for them and their church. It is difficult to express my emotion realizing that two years have passed without having you beside me. I pray every day for your forgiveness, and that soon we will be reunited.
You need not apologize nor suppose that I would have anything other than feelings of pride for your profession in obstetrics. Our situation as husband and wife is extraordinary, and you have adapted to it with both grace and strength. I applaud your enterprising spirit in pursuing at least some version of the plans we had laid, and hope the work gives you satisfaction. The only shame there is comes from my not having been able to properly provide for you. You need not ask my permission nor fear any judgment I may have over your decisions or actions. I am the one indebted, to you. Nor do you need to apologize for selling your engagement ring. I can for you to have sold it. If the ticket home and the medicine it bought helped to relieve one hour of your mother’s illness, the choice to sell it was well made.
I feel it necessary to let you know of my plans, as far as they can be known at this time. I can only pray . You will note my new address, as I now study at Faith Theological Seminary trying to make inroads into the question of the separation of the Presbyterians. This seminary is the more extreme fundamentalist group. I see few theological differences, but there is definitely a difference in attitude. I am somewhat ostracized here because