"One iced latte and a slice of triple chocolate cake for Jung Eunji-ssi." Kang Miyeon called as she pressed the bell in front of the counter. It had been a slow day at Espresso Pump, a café in Dobong-dong where she works part time. She was even able to finish two of her assignments while waiting for customers to arrive. 

She looked at the tip box and estimated that she would be able to take home about 5,000 won today. Adding that to her savings would give her a total of about 211,000 won. 

Miyeon sighed. She still needed about 2.29 million won to be able to fulfill her dream vacation. 

She promised herself that she would study diligently to get a scholarship in a good arts school and work hard in her part time job to be able to afford her dream to go to Paris after graduating from high school.

She has always adored Paris. Not because of its grandeur nor the romantic vibe, but because it is the city of art. There are about 150 museums in the city and in every street you will see something beautiful, whether created by artists or manifested by its people. 

Miyeon did not come from a well-off family. Her family is also not what you can call normal. She was raised by her grandmother, her mother died when she was five (she was hit by a drunk driver as she was crossing the street coming from work), and she did not even know who her father is. Whenever she asks Halmeoni about her father, she would always brush Miyeon off saying that she did not know the bastard that got her daughter pregnant. Halmeoni said that if she knew the man, she would have already skinned him alive. They are poor by society's standards, but Halmeoni did everything she could to keep Miyeon comfortable. She forbade Miyeon to work if it would hinder her studies. She took on two jobs to support the two of them. She was adamant about the idea of Miyeon working part-time at the Espresso Pump at first, but after a lot if persuading, she gave in. 

Miyeon is grateful that she is being cared for by her grandmother. But she has to admit, she sometimes think about her mother and father. If she knew who her father is and her mother is still alive, would she be able to live differently? 

Time seemed to pass by slowly because of the lack of activity in the café. So when the clock struck eight, she packed up, got her share from today's tip and said goodbye to the café's owner and to her co-workers. Miyeon walked towards their rooftop apartment in an old building in the neighborhood. It was just a few minutes away from Espresso Pump. 

"Good evening, Halmeoni!" She greeted as she gave the old woman a hug. 

"Wash up and we'll have dinner," her grandmother ordered. 

They ate the soft tofu stew and rice that was prepared by the older woman in silence. 

"Miyeon-ah, I need you to skip work and go home early tomorrow." 

The younger girl's eyebrows furrowed. "Why, Halmeoni? Are we doing something important tomorrow?"

"We'll be having guests."

"Who?"

"Distant relatives," her grandmother answered curtly. 

"I thought, we don't have relatives? You said that the only family we have is uncle and he is in-"

"Stop asking too much questions. You will know tomorrow." Miyeon nodded noticing that her grandmother's mood is not that good, she decided to just follow so as not to aggravate her more. 

The next afternoon, Miyeon was in a rush to go back home. It is very seldom that her grandmother asks her to do something, so she makes sure to follow her requests. That, and the woman looked so serious last night. She got into the house and noticed that there were two pairs of fancy shoes on their front door. 

Must be the relatives that halmeoni was saying. 

"Halmeoni! I'm home!" Miyeon called out. She then went to their small living room, and there she saw a man and a woman sitting across her grandmother. The couple (Miyeon assumed as the man is holding the woman's hand) looked at her as she entered and she heard the woman let out a quiet sob. 

"Miyeon?" asked the man. 

"Yes?" she answered uncertainly. 

The woman let out another sob and suddenly hugged her. 

"Miyeon, I am so sorry. I am so so sorry~"

Miyeon did not know what to do. How could she? A strange woman was in her house hugging her while sobbing. The man looked like he was in shock, and her halmeoni was just looking at her. 

"Halmeoni? What's going on?" 

Her grandmother just stared at them. 

"Halmeoni?!" 

"Mrs. Kim, please. You still haven't been introduced to Miyeon." It seemed as if her grandmother snapped out of her trance. 

"Right," the woman said as she released Miyeon. The girl immediately felt cold. Though the woman is practically a stranger, Miyeon was still comfortable with her. "Right." The woman wiped her tears. "I-I'm Moon Taehee, and this is my husband, Kim Jihoon. We are your-" 

"-distant relatives." Mr. Kim supplied. "We are your distant relatives. I have to apologize for my wife's behavior a while ago. It's just that we were looking for you for a long time and she was just so glad that we have found you." 

Miyeon nodded. 

"So, Miyeon... Your grandmother tells us that you are in second year high school?" 

The girl looked at her grandmother unsurely while the old woman just nodded as if assuring her that it was okay to talk to the couple in front of them. 

"Yes. I go to Chungbuk High School, Mr. Kim." 

"Good, that's good. Any particular hobbies? What are your interests?" 

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