You eventually came home by bus and unlocked your house door and got in. You shut the door behind you and went to change out of your stained dress.

You took a few towels and your PJ's into the bathroom and took off your stained dress, you the hot water and showered yourself. 

Your tears dropped but its hardly recognizable since you're in a shower. *Aish!* You wiped the tear away and sighed. *Why am I crying over something like this? I should go and prepare Hyerin's snack for tomorrow now.* You immediately finished showering and got out of the bathroom with your PJ's on and slipped on your jacket.

After drying your hair, you went downstairs with the stained dress in your hands and just tossed it in the laundry basket. *I'll clean it tomorrow.* You were really tired from the drama that Jisun made today and just wanted some shut eye.

You lay on the couch and sighed, forgetting about making Hyerin's snack for kindergarten tomorrow. You smoothed your bangs but realised that you forgot to take off the butterfly hairclip which your mother and father gave you since you were little.

You smile at the butterfly hairclip and remember the young memory you had in you. You remember the memory since young till now. 

It was still clear and the most memorable memories you ever had.

It all started on one morning in the usual home you lived till now.

"MOMMY! DADDY! LOOK!" You squealed with joy, carrying a CD in your hand and brought it to the living room where your parents are, watching a movie. 

Your mother was patting her fat tummy, where your sister Park Hyerin is in. Your father was enjoying his morning coffee while watching the news on TV.

"Hey my little princess!" he beamed and held out his hand and you ran into them. Your father lifted you up and placed you on his lap. "What'cha got there in your hand?" He asked while he gave a peck on your small soft cheek.

You smile and giggled, "It's a HANNAH MONTANA MOVIE!" You held the CD up high so they can take a look at it. "Where did you get this girl?" Your father took the CD from you.

"A nice old lady gave this to me while I was admiring it in her shop. She said I could have it since it was the last CD. Its my gift since she says I always helped her clean her front shop when its messy and full with trash." You explained it all out and beamed widely.

"You mean Mrs. Lee?" asked your dad. You nod happily and beamed. "Can we watch it?! Pretty please?!" You begged. Your mother and father both eyed each other then turned to you.

You stare at them with big bambi eyes and they laughed. "Of course you can! Come on! I'll help you put the CD in." Your dad turned off the news channel and got up from the sofa.

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