sehun, sehun... stop running or you will fall...

 

madam, please be careful.. dont worry, i'll catch him..

 

kwon sehun, please listen to lee..i'm tired of cathing you..play with lee instead..and be a good boy...arraso?

 

deh omma...

 

kwon sehun, my 3 years old son..

 

exactly 3 years of my marrige life with jiyong..i have sehun with me..

 

jiyong died, in a car incident..left behind me and sehun...

 

i decide to fly back to korea and start my new life...

 

my family, i never heard about them after the marrige..

 

its good, actually...i'm free..thanks to jiyong...

 

jiyong was a good husband and father to me and sehun...

 

always there for me...

 

its a shame, he died so soon...

 

i'm still missing him every night...

 

but still, live must go on...

 

i continue jiyong hard work at the company..

 

jiyong open a new branch at korea as a present for me..

 

he knew, how much i love korea...

 

a company that run a photoshoot for advertising...

 

first day at work was stressfull

 

its ok, sehun is there with me..so do lee...i can do it..thats what i told to my self everyday...

 

 

until one day....

 

 

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