“I’ll go ahead, I still have to pick him up." I waved goodbye at my co-workers and headed out to the parking lot where I parked my car. Before starting the engine, I checked my wrist watch first. It's five-ten in the afternoon. I still have time to go to the supermarket after picking him up. I started the engine and drove off. I can't help feeling excited to see my son again.

Yes, my son.

It's been four years since he was born, filling the emptiness I felt when he left. HaeSeok, my son's name, brought colors into my life when I thought everything's going dark. He was my light when I felt being stuck in an unending tunnel. He was my everything.

Shin HaeSeok. Yes, my son's name is a combination of mine and his father's. I know I shouldn't have combined my own name with him because it would only bring back memories, bittersweet memories, but I can't help myself. Deep inside me, there's still this longing and hopefulness that I might see him one day.

I know I'm being stupid. He's married. He has his own family now. I know I should forget him and move on with my life. But for God's sake, I still love him. The feeling keeps on coming back. And the fact that HaeSeok really looked like him, I just can't shove the feelings away. It was still there, etched in my heart.

There was a loud honk behind me and I jumped in surprise, breaking away from my reverie. The traffic sign had already switched into a 'go' sign and I'm still not moving. I glanced at the black car behind me from the rearview mirror before I moved the car away. I mentally thanked the driver for breaking into my reverie, or else I would have cause traffic.

I turned left around the corner moments later. I was almost there at the day-care center and I'm excited to see my son again. It's always like this. Every morning, I'll take him to the day-care center before I go to work. Then after work, I'll pick him up and went home to spend some time together. My favorite part of that day is bedtime. I always play with him and read him stories after so he can go to sleep. I'm a successful physiotherapist and a mother at the same time. And I'm really good at it.

I pulled to a stop at the parking lot and immediately saw him. HaeSeok seemed to know my car because he always run to me in the middle of playing with the rest of the kids who were still waiting for their parents to come. I slid off the car to hug him.

"Mama!" His tiny voice squeaked.

"HaeSeok-ah, I miss you!" I told him. That's always the scene everyd