Jung Yun - Shelter

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Why should a man care for his parents when they failed to take care of him as a child? One of
Most Anticipated Books of the Year (Selected by Edan Lepucki) Kyung Cho is a young father burdened by a house he can’t afford. For years, he and his wife, Gillian, have lived beyond their means. Now their debts and bad decisions are catching up with them, and Kyung is anxious for his family’s future.
A few miles away, his parents, Jin and Mae, live in the town’s most exclusive neighborhood, surrounded by the material comforts that Kyung desires for his wife and son. Growing up, they gave him every possible advantage — private tutors, expensive hobbies — but they never showed him kindness. Kyung can hardly bear to see them now, much less ask for their help. Yet when an act of violence leaves Jin and Mae unable to live on their own, the dynamic suddenly changes, and he’s compelled to take them in. For the first time in years, the Chos find themselves living under the same roof. Tensions quickly mount as Kyung’s proximity to his parents forces old feelings of guilt and anger to the surface, along with a terrible and persistent question: how can he ever be a good husband, father, and son when he never knew affection as a child?
As
veers swiftly toward its startling conclusion, Jung Yun leads us through dark and violent territory, where, unexpectedly, the Chos discover hope.
is a masterfully crafted debut novel that asks what it means to provide for one's family and, in answer, delivers a story as riveting as it is profound.

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“I’m sorry for upsetting you,” the reverend says. “I know how stressful this must be.”

The fact that he’s apologizing only upsets Kyung more. He’s the one causing a scene; he’s the one who should be sorry. Now he’s just embarrassed. He came here to be helpful, which is hardly what he’s done.

“It’s almost a quarter after nine.” Reverend Sung taps the face of his watch. “I have to go lead services now. We’ll all say a special prayer for you and Mae.” He shakes hands with Jin and glances at Kyung, the expression on his face still quiet and kind. When he heads toward the exit, the entire population of the waiting room files out behind him, the sheep following their shepherd.

“You should have been more polite to him,” Jin says. “His family’s done a lot for us.”

“All he ever does is ask for money.”

“You know what I mean.”

The reverend inherited the congregation of First Presbyterian from his father, who’d recently moved back to Korea after his retirement. Kyung preferred the elder Reverend Sung, a serious, bookish man who could silence any room by simply entering it. He was the only person Kyung could think to call after he’d threatened to kill Jin. When the reverend arrived at the house, he took Jin by the arm and made him kneel on the floor beside him. They stayed that way for over an hour — eyes closed, hands clasped together, praying in Korean while Mae and Kyung looked on. Jin cried the entire time, but Kyung wondered if it was all just for show, if he’d later be punished for bringing an outsider in. He stood off to the side, studying the candelabra on the mantel, the statues on the ledge, wondering which would make for a heavier weapon, which would crack open a human skull when he finally had to make good on his promise. No one was more surprised than he was when the hitting actually stopped, a change that Kyung always attributed to the elder Sung’s intervention.

“How did all those people in the waiting room find out what happened?”

“I called the reverend last night.”

“But if you’re so worried about putting this behind her, then why did you tell anyone? Now everybody at your church is going to know.”

Jin shakes his head. “There are different kinds of forgetting.”

Kyung wonders if his father still has a concussion, if he thinks he’s making sense when he really isn’t. He looks him over, stopping when he notices a small gold crucifix that someone — the reverend, probably — pinned to his sling.

“Stop staring at me,” Jin says.

“I’m not staring.”

But he is. Kyung turns and scans a nearby bulletin board. The only poster he can see clearly is for a needle-exchange program. IF YOU SHARE YOUR DRUGS, DON’T SHARE YOUR BLOOD, it warns in bright gold letters. The other posters are too small or far away to read, so he watches a pair of nurses walk through the corridor, wheeling equipment that rattles and scrapes across the floor.

“I’m fine, by the way. Thank you for asking.” Sarcasm doesn’t sound right coming from Jin’s mouth. When his words hit the air, they turn into acid.

“I can see that already.”

What Kyung actually sees is his father looking old for the first time in his life. Gone are the expensive clothes — the precisely ironed dress shirts and hundred-dollar ties — against the backdrop of his enormous house and office. With the fluorescent lights bearing down on him, turning his skin a bluish shade of gray, Jin appears to have aged a decade overnight. Looking at him now, no one would ever guess what he used to be capable of.

“Not once,” Jin says, shaking his head.

“What are you talking about?”

“Not once did I think you’d save us.”

“Save you? How could I save you when I didn’t even know what was happening?”

“That’s the point.”

There’s a familiar thread of insult woven into all of this, but Kyung refuses to have the same argument again. He’s not a good son; he knows this already. But he’s the best possible version of the son they raised him to be. Present, but not adoring. Helpful, but not generous. Obligated and nothing more.

“Where’s your doctor? The Indian one? I want to talk to him.”

“He came by earlier this morning before his shift ended.”

Kyung is upset with himself for arriving late and frustrated that everyone else forgot him. He lowers his voice to a sharp whisper. “The next time Mom talks to a doctor or a policeman or anyone else, I want to be here. Do you understand? I want you to call me immediately.”

“So now you actually want me to call.”

“I should be here when they question her.”

“You never wanted to be around us before.”

“Things are different now.”

“This,” Jin almost shouts, “this is not the reason why things should be different.”

The sudden change in volume sends Kyung back a step. Before he has a chance to respond, a young, ponytailed doctor approaches them, tilting her head to the side like a little girl. She seems tentative, as if she overheard their argument and doesn’t know if she should interrupt.

“Excuse me, Mr. Cho? I’m Dr. Keller. Could I talk to you for a few minutes about Miss Jancic?”

It takes Kyung a moment to realize that he’s not the Mr. Cho she’s addressing. “Why? He’s not family.”

“We couldn’t track down any relatives, so we requested her records from school. She listed Mr. Cho as her emergency contact. And you are?”

“His son.”

“Pleased to meet you,” she says, although she’s already looking away by the time she says it. “Would you mind coming with me, sir? I have a room around the corner where we can talk.”

Dr. Keller rests her hand in the hollow of Jin’s back, gently steering him down the hall. Jin doesn’t bother to say good-bye or even cast a passing glance in Kyung’s direction. He just leaves him there, frozen like a pedestrian in the middle of the street while everyone else speeds past.

“What am I supposed to do now?” Kyung calls out.

But Jin is already rounding the corner, playing deaf or dumb to the question.

* * *

Gillian and Ethan are doing a puzzle on the kitchen floor when he returns home from the hospital. It’s not where he expected to find them, still dressed in their pajamas with mugs of orange juice at their feet. He was hoping to slip in the side door unnoticed, but the longer he watches them, the less he wants to hide. Seeing them like this reminds him of his mother, how they’d sit on the floor when he was little, coloring on the backs of paper bags. It was a rare activity, reserved for days when Kyung was too sick to go to school, but too bored to stay in bed. The cold ceramic tiles felt good against his feverish skin, so he and Mae would sit for hours, sharing fat, waxy crayons from a communal bucket placed between them. Sometimes, if the mood was just right, he’d ask her to draw an animal or insect so he could color it in. But trees, he learned, were her specialty. Tall oaks and pines and willows like the ones in their yard. All he had to do was point at one and watch as she sketched out a knotty trunk or feathered out some branches and filled them with leaves.

“So what are these called?” Gillian asks. In her hand is an oversized puzzle piece shaped like a bunch of grapes.

“Raisins,” Ethan says.

“Almost. Do you remember what I told you about raisins? What were they before they sat in the sun?”

Ethan looks out the window, as if he might find the answer in space. “Grapes?”

“That’s right. And which do you like better? Raisins or grapes?”

“Raisins are like grapes that died.”

Kyung admires Gillian’s way with Ethan. She’s always sharing little facts with him, always ready with a smile or a laugh or a question. Her instincts with the boy are so much better than his own. Four years in, and parenthood still feels like a heavy new coat, one that he hoped to grow into but hasn’t quite yet. Earlier that week, the three of them made pizza together, an activity she’d read about in a magazine article and taped to the fridge. BUDGET-FRIENDLY FAMILY NIGHTS. Every time Ethan did something — sprinkle a handful of cheese or make a face with slices of pepperoni — she complimented him. When they finished, the pizza looked awful. Lumpy and burnt and glistening with grease. Still, Gillian kept saying “good job” over and over again, elbowing Kyung in the ribs until he finally said it too. He finds himself doing this more often now — saying what he knows a good parent should — but he worries that it doesn’t come more naturally.

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