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This story is mostly in jae joong pov { but it might chaing}
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"Mommy mommy "my 5year old son calling me
"Mommy were is daddy? Everyone at school has a mommy and a daddy so how come I don’t have a daddy "

`it Brock my heart ,that question Brock my heart` What do you tell your son your 5 year old son about a father who didn’t deserve him , who lie to his umma millions of time ,who Brock your heart in to peaces what do you tell him I really didn’t have anything to tell him I was speechless

"You do have an appa too baby"
"Were is he umma? How come he doesn't come home? Doesn't he love us?"

I know this day would come, but still no matter how much you tell yourself that you'll have the perfect answer to that question you still don’t.
it true I heat his father I heat him a lot but . I could never let my son heat his father it just wrong, even if it wasn’t my stupid heart just wouldn’t let me

"He dose love us honey, it just that he's umm …." I pet my lips I really heat lie to him but I guess it for his one good , I sat him on my lap and I start with the lie "see honey your appa is a very big businessman `sigh` and he's very busy around the world that way he's never home " he looked at me with his big round eyes "can you tell me about him umma "I guess it can't be help I know he would ask me this question but I never thought it would be so soon
"But honey it almost 8 clock it time for bed "I tried my beast to avoid his question but the boy was too smart for me
"Please it would be like a bed time story for me pleases umma please "I couldn’t help but to fall for that sweet voice and those puppy eyes that I love so much.
"all right go get ready for bed I'll be right there "and he ran as fast as he can to our room.

I went to the kitchen and I gripped the yellow box that I had hid there for the past 5 years, it was all dusty and spider wipe was all over it so I took a towel and tried to clean it up it had so much dirt on it, it took me a wail to clean the whole thing up when I was done I walked to my son room.

The monument of truth I guess god why am I so nerves Jung yunho I heat you for doing this to me

" are you ready " I asked him that question should be for me `nerves laugh` ok here goes nothing , I sat on the other said of the bed covering our bodies with the blanket and I start "so what do you want to now honey ?"
"Will umm what his name?"I know am an offal mother I dint even tell the poor boy his appa name `I toke a deep deep breathe` "his name is ... his name is Jung yunho "I can feel myself shocking a little it been an offally long time since I side his name I can feel my eyes water that why I heat talking about him I didnt want to cry over him anymore it useless..

"How does he look like umma?"

"Will `smile` he's very handsome (will duh he's Jung yunho ) "

"really"

" really"

"What else umma what else " aishh this kid, but I couldn’t help but to giggle at his cuteness

" will you know that you have his eyes . and you're as much as handsome as he is " true he is his father son

"Really umma your not just saying that" `pouting a little `

"No baby am not just saying that ... will let see what else did you know that his favored color is green"

"like me "I can tell he was happy

"Aha just like you …" maybe telling him a little bit about yunho won't hurt

He asked and I answered about an hour later he was to tired to open his eyes so he just fell a asleep, I kiss his forehead and turn down his said light and carefully got out of the room trying hard to not to make a sound I went to the yellow box on table near the living room window and I opened it looking down to the memories we once had shared together.

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-_-_alwayes keep the faith-_-_-