"May I take a photo with you, Auntie? My father would be so surprised to see you," Naima asked with a smile, still half in disbelief at the resemblance.
"Oh, of course," the woman replied warmly. She adjusted her hanbok slightly, making sure the ribbon at her waist was straight. "Come, over here."
Naima stood beside her, opened her camera app, and quickly tied her hair back so her face would show clearly in the photo. Click! The phone's camera flash blinked briefly.
Before Naima could lower her hand, the woman suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Omo!"
Naima turned in panic. "What is it, Auntie?"
The woman pointed at the back of Naima's neck, her eyes wide. "You have… a mole on your nape?"
Naima instinctively touched the back of her neck. "Yes, it's very small. I've had it since birth."
