A story about finding her first love Who helped her on that winter night He was her hero, He'll always be her hero

  “Eomma, why is that noona always come here every Sunday afternoons? ” “Hmm maybe she’s waiting for someone to come. Maybe her boyfriend.” “Ooh geurae”   Yes I hear that, little boy. I don’t even know why I am being like this for 2 years. In Sunday afternoons, I always sit here on the park bench. Waiting... Maybe he’ll run to my side when he sees me. But no, it doesn’t happen. And at