My Bully Tries To Corrupt My Mother Yuna __full__ -

“Derek, you tried to poison my son. Now you’re trying to poison me. But I’m a gardener. I know the difference between growth and rot.” She picked up the pot and handed it back. “Take your pretty flower. And if you ever come near my family again, I’ll show you exactly how sharp a pruning shear can be.”

The silence stretched. A cricket sang. Then Yuna reached over and touched the scar on my ribs—the one I’d hidden even from her until now. Her fingers traced it like braille.

“Your son hates me,” he said, not looking at me. “And I get it. I’ve been… angry. But you—you’re different. You actually see me.” my bully tries to corrupt my mother yuna

Yuna took the pot. She smiled. Then she set it on the ground, placed her hands on her hips, and said something I’ll never forget:

The next day, Derek showed up with a potted orchid. “For you, Mrs. Park. Thought we could plant it together.” “Derek, you tried to poison my son

That night, I found her in the garden under moonlight, pruning roses with trembling hands. I didn’t yell. I sat beside her.

“Mom,” I said, voice raw. “Do you remember the scar on my ribs? He gave it to me with a locker door. Do you remember the week I didn’t talk? He told the whole school I was a schizophrenic because I wouldn’t lend him twenty dollars.” I know the difference between growth and rot

Finally, the betrayal: she invited him to dinner. He sat in my father’s chair. He complimented her japchae. He asked about her day. And when I stormed off, I heard her say, “He’s always been sensitive. Don’t mind him.”