"But when the fruit trees of the valley all turned ripe and red, they still had not found anyone willing to take their baby. Ahnigen's wife gave birth to the loveliest little girl. She was simply adorable, with her large black eyes, thick eyebrows, high nose, and tiny pink mouth. Her parents could not bear to part with her. They decided to ditch their plan of giving her up, and kept her. They named her Red Berry, after the berries on the fruit trees that had completely ripened at the time of her birth."
(Translated excerpt from my grandmother's book, from chapter 1: the early life of her mother's grandmother.)
I'm still at the very beginning of this project, and it has already brought me to tears plenty. These women, whose names would never appear in history books, whose lives would never be studied by historians, they deserve to not be forgotten. Their stories deserve to be told. Everything they had gone through should not simply be lost to time and erased from history forever.
I will not let them just disappear.