In a small town near Daegu, there lived girl named Jiyeon. She was a sweetheart to everyone. If you asked who ‘Jiyeon’ was to anybody in the town, they would tell you the same thing.

“Oh? That sweet little lady? She lived down the street in the small cottage by the beach. She was such a cute little angel when she was young. She was carefree and helpful to every one of us! It’s just so sad she was an orphan.”

That’s right.

Jiyeon was an orphan. She doesn’t have a mom neither does she have a dad.

But, she didn’t think that way. She thought otherwise. She made every elder in the town her mom and dad, grandmom and granddad. Of course, just by greeting, not adopting.

There weren’t many houses in that small town anyway. The small town could only keep about 15 households or so.

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It was just another weekday. Jiyeon woke up even before the sun even rise and did a small stretching on her bed.

“Ooouuuuuuu~~”

*CRACK*

She stayed still in that position, not even moving an inch, when she heard a crack sound on her neck.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch…!” She mumbled with her neck tilted to the side and slowly stood up from the bed.

“One…” She had both of her palms on her face. One on her chin and one on top of her head.

“Two…” She grabbed onto it tightly and took a deep breath.

“THREE!!!!” She tilted her neck back to the original position.

“Oh man! It must be the work! It was so busy yesterday …” She moved her neck about and heaved a huge sigh of relief and before walking to her glass window in her room.

She pulled open her old curtain, which she had for years (of course she washed it!), and beamed widely at the sea. “Another day~”

But when she looked at the clothes she washed the day before on the floor, she couldn’t help but scream loudly.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Thank goodness she lived a distance away from the rest of the town. Otherwise, they would surely rush over to her house to save her.

She pulled open her floor-to-ceiling glass window and ran out to pick her clothes up. “My clothes… Lucky…”

It’s still dry and not dirty. So she’s lucky she does