“Young master, Minho. Please don’t run. You’ll slip. Young master,” the maid pleaded desperately while running to chase the agile young boy who ran around the house, .

Playful giggles came out from the boy’s mouth. This might be considered as a fun game for him, but for the maid and butler chasing after him, this might just be a deathly activity that will cause them their jobs.

“Young master…” the butler sighed loudly, agitated, in a way. Yet, this is part of his duty. Daily, as the matter of fact.

The boy, oblivious to his ‘helper’s’ desperation, just ran, full speed, to the backyard, where his parents are having a nice breakfast on the gazebo. He ran across the grass and into the simplistic yet enchanting gazebo. His dad, immersed in reading the daily news on his tablet, and his mom, gracefully enjoying her daily apple and coconut oatmeal. 

“Appa!” he yelped while jumping to his father’s lap. Startled, the tablet almost fell off his grip.

“Minho, what in the world…” his mom gasped. She quickly put down her spoon, stood up and grabs the Minho. The kid just laughed and hugged his mother’s neck.

Seconds later, both the butler and the maid came running to the gazebo. Panting, they quickly formed sentences in their head to explain it to their employer.

“Mam, I’m so sorry for this, but young master Minho refused to wear his uniform and ran out of his room,” the butler explained hastily. The maid just dejectedly put her head down and stood ever so motionless behind the butler.

Suho just smile – his stupidly charming smile that could kill any flying bird that passed by – and stood up calmly. He came over to his wife to take Minho into his embrace. Minho, being a child, is just happy about intimacy with parents, thus welcome his father’s embrace with a big, fat hug.

“Minho..” his voice, soft like butter yet firm as a rock, “… you shouldn’t run around the house like that, okay? You’re causing trouble to the helpers. Look, noona and hyung is so exhausted because of chasing you around. Nobody likes a trouble maker, ok?” he explained to his son with his overwhelming fatherly instinct.

Minho, ashamed with his action, put his head down and pouted. “I’m sorry, daddy,” he whispered remorsefully.

“Not to me…”

Minho nervously turned his head to the helpers and look at them in the eye. Suddenly, his eyes started tearing up and his lips quivered. Seconds later, he started crying.

Both helpers were baffled, but not for the parents. Jinju quickly take her son and slowly pat his back.

“Minho, you don’t need to cry. Just apologize, ok?” she whispered, trying to calm the nervous and guilty kid.

“I’m sorry…” Minho exclaimed in between his cry.

“Hoon-ah, put this milk infront of that door, go,” Yookyung handed a bottle of milk to Joonhoon. The kid, eager to help his mom, quickly grabbed the bottle and ran to the pointed door.

“Don’t run, Hoon! You’ll fall down,” she tried reminding him. He immediately slowed down, but still walk in a fast pace. It’s kind of like a little North Korean’s soldier way of marching. The mom shook her head, amused by her son’s antics.

It is 5 in the morning, yet the mother and son had already begun their day. Accompanied by her trustful bicycle – basket filled with bottles and bottles of milk – she roamed around the neighborhood, delivering milk for the well off people to enjoy.

It can be seen as immoral for her to bring along her son the work at the ungodly hour, but really, you can’t blame her. The kid pleaded and pleaded his mom, going as far as clinging to the mother’s feet. She has no other choice but to bring him along. It’s not that big of a problem as he can continue his sleep after the delivery – he doesn’t go to school.

As much as Yookyung would love to send her baby to school, she’s afraid of not being able to pay for the fees at the middle of the journey. Can you imagine how disappointed will he be if it was to happen? Thus, she decided to wait until she’s convinced that her savings will be enough to provide stable education for her son. You will never be too old for education.

“Ok, that was our last milk. Good job, baby!” she crouched down and held out her palm. The kid high-fived his mom and beamed, contented with his contribution of helping his mom for the day.

Drowsiness soon took over the boy as he yawned loudly. Guilt was all Yookyung could feel after looking at her tired boy. She grimaced while picking up the boy and strapping him on the back seat of the bicycle. The boy’s head soon fell to one side and his breath changed into a long one.

Yookyung quickly climbed the front seat and paddled her way back home. A lone tear fell from the corner of her left eye.

“I’m sorry for not being a good mother to you, Hoon-ah,” she whispered.

However, she strengthen herself and quickly banished the guilt from her heart. There’s no time for grieve. 1 down, 2 more jobs to go. 

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