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Same face like mine, [Sequel of pregnancy,]
Sorry for not updating for a weeks, I’ve been truly busy.
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Kyunghee POV.
My only daughter, Jo Kyungshin, lost her memory when she was young. She got hit by a car just right on the date ‘they’ last met. She thought that, she’s the only child of mine.
“Umma, tell me about daddy. I miss your romantic story!” she teased me.
For five years, I’ve been lying at her. Just, telling her some fictions story that popped on my mind. She simply knows that her daddy is now dead.
“Hmm… I guess umma don’t want to share some huh?” She poked my hand,
I stuck my tongue out and she rolled her eyes in response.
“I scared that you’ll be jealous,” I pinched her nose playfully,
“ummfhh...” she winced, “Umma! I want to ask you something,”
“What’s that?” I asked her, cupping her cheeks,
“I’m not a kid anymore!” She pulled out my hands.
“Umma, Am I the only child you have?” I was stunned with her question.
“Of course you’re the only!” I hid my fright, by replacing a slight smile on my lips.
“I can feel that, Umma is hiding something?” she hung her head down,
“It’s just your intuition,” I response,
“Maybe you’re right,” she laid her head on the table,
“Here your order,” the waitress interpolated,
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Kyungshin POV,
When I was young, I merely know that I only lived with my mother. No father, no sister, and even a brother. Well, there’s something peculiar, I can’t remember my past properly.
Umma put in the picture that, I was born without a father. He was dead, when I was still 4 years old. But, sometimes, she told me that he pass away when I was still in her womb. It sounds weird huh?
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Next day,
Just like my everyday routine, waking up in the morning, brushing teeth, hit the shower, eat breakfast, goes to school, meeting that sinister seat mate and study!
I was waiting my mother to fetch me up at the school gate. I saw Shin fighting with someone; well he ought to have it! He was humorless.
“You gave up already?!!” Someone’s punching him right on his face,
Shin’s nose bleed, pity to him, “Now I surrender,” he kneeled down,
I just standing there like a statue, watching them fight. Somehow, I feel bad for them. I just don’t know why, my eyes burst into tears.
“You don’t even miss your mother?!! If we can find her, we can meet our little sister!” that guy kick him on his stomach, my tears roll faster.
That’s the reason why he’s like that? He had a bad past, same like mine?
“Youngshin-hyung, I’m too tired of this life.” I heard him mumble as he dropped a tear on the ground,
Youngshin? Kwangshin? Who’s them?
My head started to hurt, it feels like my brain is going to rip open.
Something’s playing in my mind, what is this things?
Two guys,
Same faces like mine,
Playing on the playground,
Chasing around,
Teasing each other,
Holding hands together,
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Kyunghee POV.
My only daughter, Jo Kyungshin, lost her memory when she was young. She got hit by a car just right on the date ‘they’ last met. She thought that, she’s the only child of mine.
“Umma, tell me about daddy. I miss your romantic story!” she teased me.
For five years, I’ve been lying at her. Just, telling her some fictions story that popped on my mind. She simply knows that her daddy is now dead.
“Hmm… I guess umma don’t want to share some huh?” She poked my hand,
I stuck my tongue out and she rolled her eyes in response.
“I scared that you’ll be jealous,” I pinched her nose playfully,
“ummfhh...” she winced, “Umma! I want to ask you something,”
“What’s that?” I asked her, cupping her cheeks,
“I’m not a kid anymore!” She pulled out my hands.
“Umma, Am I the only child you have?” I was stunned with her question.
“Of course you’re the only!” I hid my fright, by replacing a slight smile on my lips.
“I can feel that, Umma is hiding something?” she hung her head down,
“It’s just your intuition,” I response,
“Maybe you’re right,” she laid her head on the table,
“Here your order,” the waitress interpolated,
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Kyungshin POV,
When I was young, I merely know that I only lived with my mother. No father, no sister, and even a brother. Well, there’s something peculiar, I can’t remember my past properly.
Umma put in the picture that, I was born without a father. He was dead, when I was still 4 years old. But, sometimes, she told me that he pass away when I was still in her womb. It sounds weird huh?
__________________________________________________________________________________
Next day,
Just like my everyday routine, waking up in the morning, brushing teeth, hit the shower, eat breakfast, goes to school, meeting that sinister seat mate and study!
I was waiting my mother to fetch me up at the school gate. I saw Shin fighting with someone; well he ought to have it! He was humorless.
“You gave up already?!!” Someone’s punching him right on his face,
Shin’s nose bleed, pity to him, “Now I surrender,” he kneeled down,
I just standing there like a statue, watching them fight. Somehow, I feel bad for them. I just don’t know why, my eyes burst into tears.
“You don’t even miss your mother?!! If we can find her, we can meet our little sister!” that guy kick him on his stomach, my tears roll faster.
That’s the reason why he’s like that? He had a bad past, same like mine?
“Youngshin-hyung, I’m too tired of this life.” I heard him mumble as he dropped a tear on the ground,
Youngshin? Kwangshin? Who’s them?
My head started to hurt, it feels like my brain is going to rip open.
Something’s playing in my mind, what is this things?
Two guys,
Same faces like mine,
Playing on the playground,
Chasing around,
Teasing each other,
Holding hands together,
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