There come’s a time in your life where there are just too many paths to walk down. Sometimes the flower path is hidden under weeds and you’ll never know it was it until you finish walking on that path.

I left that café beyond confused. That conversation did not turn out the way I had envisioned it. No, it was completely opposite. I had envisioned, I guess even hoped, that Minhyun wouldn’t want the baby. I was wishing that he would tell me how unready, unprepared and how much he didn’t want to be a father. I wanted to undergo the abortion without any guilt. I wanted reassurance that what I was doing would be the best for the both of us. But reassurance wasn’t what I received. More confusion though, is what I gained.

I never thought of Minhyun as the person who particularly wanted children. He always just seemed so content with the way his life was, having a child is a complete change of way of life.

Choices. Too many choices, but I don’t know which one is the correct one. Somewhere out there, is there anyone who can answer my question? What should I do?

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‘Kyung Mi, come here,’ I hear my mother call out right as I step inside the house.

I followed her voice into the living room and sitting on the couch was someone I did not expect.

Sitting on the couch was a male, a few years younger than me with dyed light brown hair that could pass as a dark blonde. A male with a bright smile plastered on his face, and eyes that resembled my own.

‘Lee Daehwi!’

‘Noona!’

Introducing my younger brother, Lee Daehwi. Also known as my partner in crime. When we were younger I didn’t have any sisters to play with, nor did I have many friends to play with so I learnt to depend on my younger brother for a lot.

‘I feel like you’ve changed so much,’ I examined him before pulling him into a hug. I haven’t seen my younger brother in a bit over two years. He had been studying overseas and rarely had the chance to come back home, although every once in a while we would video call.

‘Not much has changed Noona, I just grew taller. That’s all really,’ He said, flashing his signature happy virus smile. I know the cliché of a happy virus seems odd but this child is constantly happy. And he spreads his happiness like a really annoying flu that just won’t disappear.

Something seems off though, something doesn’t seem right. Almost like he left, and in the States he changed. Maybe it’s the way of life over there, but something about Daehwi doesn’t seem like the boy that left to study. He’s not only grown taller though, he’s gotten thinner. Half the size of what he was. If you compared pictures before and after his study, you would see a different person.

‘Umm, mum, dad, Daehwi. I have some news for you all,’ I nervously say to my family who began to look at me with concern.

‘Dad, did you want to sit down for this?’ I motion for my father to sit next to my brother and mother on the couch. For all I know, he may actually faint with this announcement.

‘Kyung Mi, is there something wrong?’ My father wearily asks as he sits next to my mother.

‘You might say so,’ I say before taking a big breath, ‘I’m pregnant.’

A minute passes without anyone saying a word. My father looks almost angry, he most likely is extremely angry. My mother, well she looks disappointed in me. Daehwi, he just looks lost. I guess he would be, he doesn’t even know that I’m getting a divorce. When he left, Minhyun and I were still happily in love.

‘You’re what?’ My father yells.

It’s almost as if I’m 16 and pregnant, not 23 and pregnant. I know that the average age that a woman having her first child is older than I am, but I’m not that young anymore. I’m not