I've been living in Seoul for eight long years. Originally, I was from Daegu but my parents separated and I was forced to move here with my mother and my grandmother. My mother is a registered nurse in one of the most famous hospitals in this city while my father is a singer slash guitarist. In other words, he's a performer.

Even though I'm miles apart from my father, he's still calling me everyday saying that he missed me and wanted to see me. As you all know, I'm pretty much closer to my father rather than to my mother since she's always not here in our house. He used to write songs for me and sang those songs when he's trying to put me in sleep. 

The reason of the separation of my parents is still unknown. I just woke up one day with my clothes packed up in my bag and my mom, crying on the dining table. At first, I hate leaving my hometown because of my friends and of course, my dad. One of my closest, no bestfriend is Taemin. I treated him like my own son and he treated me like his Umma. I don't know why and when it started but we were used to it. 

When we reached Seoul, I noticed the difference. Huge buildings, highways and large number of people. I was used to see some buildings in Daegu since it's a metropolitan area but these buildings are higher than those in my hometown. Our car traveled to a nice village. We stopped at an empty simple house. It was not that small but it's not also that bi