"Seulgi, it's been two years since Wendy died.. Start a new life and move on. I assure you, Wendy will understand."

"Joy.." I close the book I've been reading. I hate it when this topic comes along. Joy would never stop and never will. I don't remember how many times she's telling me this. It's exasperating. But at the same time, she's just worried about me. She's my best friend after all.

"You know I can't.." I said it over the phone and brings myself up, eyeing at nowhere outside my window. I feel empty in my hollow tin chest.

"Why? Is it because of that stupid house again with a debt of 100,000,000 ₩ bestowed by your father to you? Seriously Seulgi, your father is a ing bastard."

I live in this two-storey wooden house my father left for me. My late wife used to live with me. Now that she's gone, I'm the only one living here. Maybe Joy acts like a worrywart because I'm the only one left on my family. My father died ten years ago. He suffered from major depression for many years after my mother left us when I was young. It made him very sick and later on, he died. I don't know of our any other relatives. Since my wife died two years ago, I'm left alone.

It is when I was fifteen years old, I discovered that this house is on mortgage. My father told me that my mother left us because he doesn’t have any money to give to her. So when I was young, my father mortgage the house my grandfather bestowed to him for hundred million of won to give it all to my mother. When my father doesn’t have any money at all, she left us. Even if my father begged for her to stay, without a single word, not even looking back at him or to me, she left. I hate her. She only loves money.

As today, I am struggling t