Someone's POV

I was about to go to the kitchen, to help my beautiful wife, setting up the plates for dinner. Then I see my 2 childrens are being quite in the couch. They're now 14, I bet they're too bored to wait for the dinner. We havemaids, but still, my wife is the chef, while I'm the one who checked the food. Kkk~.

I decided to walk to the, sitting in the chaise lounge and resting my worn foot there.

"ChunYong, YoungMin, are you guys hungry?" I asked, they nod with no anticipation  of listening to me.

"Appa, why can't we go to the kitchen and help? We can also taste the baked cookies" my daughter, YoungMin, asked while pouting. She looks just like me when she' pouting. 

"Well, that's because it is still my job baby" I smiled. "While we're waiting for Omma to finish the dishes for dinner, what about a story? It's been a while since we can all hear my super precious story?"  I look at ChunYong who's eyes still glued to the flat screen.

"ChunYong, let's go and hear Appa's story~" YoungMin dragged her older brother to get closer to me. He seems like he's surrended for his twin sister. "Okay okaaay" 

"Let's start this story.......long time ago, before you were even in Omma's tummy. I was a few years older than you by that time" I started off the story. Starting to remember every single piece of my history.Trying to recall about my beautiful wife's life too. "Well, it's all about my teenagehood and how in the hell did I met your Omma"