I knocked over the door and waited for a response, I was nervous because I didn’t want to be yelled at again and another thing was, I was ashamed to face Kyungsun. The door opened and I see her look at me before letting me. She sits across me and her arms were crossed, waiting for what I had to tell, “Well?”.

“I’m sorry mommy, I should have listened. You were right.” I apologized at her, and when we met eyes, she softens and wraps me into a warm hug. “I don’t want to see you hurting, silly. I know you could do better.” She smiles at me.

I knew as well I could turn into better. I was going to be better.

“Daddy, I’m home!” I called when I walked in the apartment but he doesn’t respond back but maybe he didn’t even hear me since the house was big, more than big for a man to live alone. Dad lived in a penthouse here in Gangnam, he is living off well since he was a professor and the assistant dean in Seoul National University or widely known as SNU. I was in Yonsei and dad worked at SNU, a thought did across my mind to study there but Yonsei was still my first choice but dad was good enough to support me and my decision either ways.

My lips form a smile when I saw a Christmas tree stand tall on the corner beside the wide TV that was attached on the wall. The house was very chic, our taste were similar. The interior was black and white downstairs, the tall windows made up for it and the ceiling lights created a different mood. I bend down when I spotted Lucas, my little white Pomchi, come to me and picked him up showering him with kisses, which I was reminded of Yeontan. How could he be doing?

I walked over towards the tall windows, admiring the night view before I made my way to the kitchen after hearing some noise. “Daddy!” I excitedly run with Lucas trailing behind me and I immediately hugged my dad who was laughing at how I was behaving, “How is this little baby the Ms. Yonsei?”. He pats my hair as I continue hugging him.

“What are you making?” I ask, notice the mess dad has created on the island table. 
“Well, I’m trying to have a baking class, so we won’t go empty handed to the Jungs for Christmas.” Dad answers me as he pokes my nose, leaving a trace of flour on the tip.

Well, spending Christmas with the Jungs was like a tradition even before my parents divorced. My dad and Mr Jung used to be high school best buds, lost communication then they find each other working at SNU, dad on the business administration department while Mr. Jung worked on the social sciences department plus they are neighbors as well, they lived across our apartment at a penthouse as well.

Mrs. Jung was