If you want something to last forever, you treat it diffrently. You shield and protect it. You never abuse it. You don't expose it to the elements. You don't make it common or ordinary. If it ever becomes tarnished, you polished it lovingly until it gleams like new.  It becomes special because you made it so, and it grows more beautiful and precious as time goes by. - F. Burton Howard

 When I left Seoul 7 years ago, I literally threw everything that I am accustomed to. I left my life and I left the only family that I have. Now, after 7 years, I am standing in front of the door. I nervously reached out and rang the doorbell, half-hoping that he isn't home and half-praying that he is there.

"Who is it?" a deep voice broke in my thoughts. I blocked the camera in front of the doorbell because I want to surprise him. "Oppa, it's me." I whispered in the intercom. I could hear footseps rushing to open the door. I was standing in front of the door when it flung open. A pair of hands grabbed me for a tight hug. 

"Hyun Ae-yah. You've come home." he said. I hugged him back. "Oppa, mianhamnida. I am sorry for leaving without telling you. I know that I am a terrible sister. I am sorry for making you worry so much about me." I said while crying. "No, Hyun Ae. I know that you have your reasons why you did that. I am just happy that you have decided to come home." he said.

"Mommy, who is he? Why are you hugging him? Why are you crying?" Chloe's voice brok