“Hana-ya.” A tall handsome man shouted and waved his hand to a little girl across the street.

“Ahjussi.” She waved him back and run to him.

“Hana-ya, what are you doing here?” he asked

“Runaway, omma is really annoying..hufftt.” her sulky face is really cute.

“What did she do?” Jonghoon holds her hand and leads her for walk.

“I always asked about appa lately but omma always runaway, changed the topic and sometimes scolded me. Am I wrong ahjussi? I don’t know who my appa is. Omma never show me his picture.” She starts crying.

Jonghoon hugged her. He carried her to a big mirror in front of a cosmetic store.

“Hana-ya, look at that.” He pointed their reflections on the mirror. Your don’t really look like your omma do you?” she nodded answering Jonghoon question. “ So, you must be look like your appa. If you want to see your appa, just look at the mirror. She’s in you sweetheart. Please don’t cry, don’t angry to your omma anymore. She must have her own reason for not telling you about him yet.”

Hana’s eyes back to see their reflection. “But, ahjussi. Why do I think we’re so alike? You’re not my appa, are you?” She asked innocently. He is a bit shocked hearing Hana’s questions. He takes a silent deep breath to calm himself.

“Really sweetheart? Do we really look a like?" She nodded. "So, do you want to be my child?” he offered

“Can I, ahjussi?” she hopped.

“Why not? You can call me appa if you want.” Hana is really happy. A word ‘appa’ is very strange to her