"Sungyeol-ah! I'm back!" I opened the door and all eyes were on me.    "Suzy-ah! How was your father?" Sungyeol asked.   "His temperature is high. He looks pale and really tired," I answered, sadness filled me all over again.   "Oh my! I hope he will get better. I'll visit him after taking care if these kids."   "Thanks, Yeol."   "No problem," he flashed a smile.                                   /:\   Two hours later, our job finally ended. All the kids went home with their family members. Sungyeol and I waited for all of them to go then we went back to the palace.    I rode my bicycle to the palace and Sungyeol rode his. If you are wondering how I rode with my hanbok, well actually, I didn't wear those dresses that princesses usually wear. I wear those which looks like boys, because its easier for me to go around the town and for practicing my fighting skills too. Well, I'm not like normal princesses. I don't play with dolls or do girly stuffs. I'm just being me.   When we reached the palace, we went up to my parents' room to see my dad. We met my mom on the way.   "Oh, annyeonghaseyo, Ommonim," Sungyeol greeted.   "Annyeonghaseyo Sungyeol-ah," mom greeted back.   "Umma, we are going to meet Appa," I told her.   "Okay, he is in his room. I'm going there too."   My parents considered Sungyeol as their own son. That's why Sungyeol called my mom Ommonim and called dad Abeoji.    I opened the door to my pa