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# Chapter 102: Beneath the Persimmon Tree
Eun-seo sat on the wooden veranda, reading her grandmother’s letter. Every word carried the weight of her grandmother’s heart—a woman who would do anything for her. Eun-seo understood that devotion. She felt the seriousness of her relationship with Min-jun growing deeper. His touch seemed to understand her heart in ways she couldn’t quite articulate.
The door slid open. Her grandmother entered, and today her expression seemed more troubled than usual. Eun-seo looked up, startled. The older woman settled beside her granddaughter and asked her to sit and talk. There was something different in her grandmother’s eyes today—they seemed warmer somehow.
“Eun-seo, you’re taking your relationship with Min-jun seriously, aren’t you?” her grandmother asked softly.
Eun-seo paused, considering the question. When she spent time with Min-jun, her heart felt lighter. His presence illuminated something inside her. “Yes, Grandmother. I am,” she answered, her voice steady with conviction.
Her grandmother nodded, her weathered face settling into a gentle smile. “That’s good. All I want is for you to be happy.”
Tears welled in Eun-seo’s eyes at those simple words. She understood her grandmother’s love—unconditional, boundless, willing to sacrifice anything.
They sat together on the veranda as the afternoon light softened around them. Her grandmother asked about Min-jun, and Eun-seo found herself speaking freely about how his presence brightened her days, how understood she felt in his company.
“You must find what makes you happy,” her grandmother said. “If your relationship with Min-jun is serious, then you must follow your heart. Your happiness is what matters most.”
Eun-seo smiled through her tears. In that moment, sitting beneath the soft glow of late afternoon, she felt the weight of her grandmother’s blessing. It gave her clarity—permission, even, to pursue what her heart desired.
As they talked, Eun-seo’s spirit grew lighter. She realized that her grandmother had always understood, had always been waiting for this moment when her granddaughter would finally recognize love for what it was: not something to fear, but something to embrace.
The persimmon tree outside the veranda swayed gently in the breeze, its fruit hanging like small lanterns. In that peaceful moment, surrounded by her grandmother’s quiet wisdom, Eun-seo made a silent promise to herself—to be honest with Min-jun, to let him know what lived in her heart.