"And that guy was..." Kyung slowed down.

"Zico..." you interrupted. *Zico has his good side too...* the thought made you smile.

Kyung looked away. "I'll do anything to go back to Korea. I know they left me here in Vietnam, but it was for my own good."

You looked at him gently. The truth is, his story inspired you.

His love for his parents. His love for his true country.

Even if his parents left him, he still loves his parents.

But...

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Kyung went to the closet to get a shirt for him and some clothes for you. His closet was a rust closet and there are termites living on it. You looked at it with disgust. But when he was about to give you his clothes, it touched your heart. Kyung gave you his clothes and you received it gladly. You wore it as fast as you could. After that you suddenly blurted, "You know what, I envy you."

"Wh-what?"

"I envy you. For loving your parents. I can never do that." you looked down, your eyes was teary.

"A-are you crying?" Kyung noticed that you were about to cry.

You hurriedly wiped your tears and continued, "You know, I hate my father."

Kyung didn't know how to answer. He just offered you his handerchief.

"Thanks," you said as you received it from him.

"Tell me about it," Kyung looked at you with pity.

You wiped your tears with his handkerchief and continued...

"He's a demon. He's the reason why my mother and my brother is dead."