"Papa!"   Simultaneously I saw the young girl in middle school uniform jumped in as I closed the old book. Her bright smile faded though as soon as I smiled at her.   "Well, you're a bit late. It's already finished for today."   "Hu...huh? S...sorry. I'm...looking for my father. I think I entered the wrong place." She bowed.   "It's alright." I didn't lock the place, so an uninvited visitor would partially be my fault anyway.    "Ahjussi...did you draw all those pictures though? So pretty! It's like a flower universe."   "Well, the one you're looking at, that one isn't mine...but...my friend's."   "Cool! Wow...that one." She ran to another side, seemingly to have forgotten her suspicious restrained attitude earlier and her meek apology for entering the wrong place. I should've send her out since exhibition hours had ended for the day, but it's not like there's anyone else to restrict entrance other than myself, and it's just one excited young visitor. What harm could it bring?   "Ahjussi...this one...so, so many red flowers, but the background looks like Winter, how come there's no snow but all flowers?"   "Well, maybe because the freezing snow have been melted by the warm flowers?" Something inside made me almost choked but I bit back whatever that was building up and went to assist the visitor.   "That's weird. Is it by your friend too?"   "No, that one was by me."   "Oh, you draw too?"   "Yes."   Soon, she was already running around all over the hall, staring from one piece to another, absorbing and talking to herself, while I remained in front of the art we were watching together previously. My hand was about to reach the red leafy petals when she came back, with curious expression.   "Ahjussi...why are all the drawings here the same? All are flowers falling. The backgrounds are different. There are day time, night time, all seasons, hot days, rainy days, different places, different flowers but the focus are all about the falling flowers. Why?"   I was a little taken aback by her observant nature, coming out from such a young girl, that question came out a little hard for even someone of my age to answer her.   "You must be good at Arts subject in school, huh?"   She giggled. "Well, I guess you can say I'm good at appreciating, not exactly at drawing though. Not as good as Ahjussi and your friend."   "Well, practice makes perfect."   She nodded a few times before stopping. "but Ahjussi, you haven't answered."   "Uhm, well...maybe because...flowers fall down everyday?" I cursed myself inwardly for coming up with stupid reason.   "No, they don't." She suddenly pulled the sleeve of my shirt to follow her and we stopped at the entrace of the hall.    "See, there's no flowers falling outside. So, why the flowers fall in all the pictures?"   My eyes followed to the outdoor scenery her fingers pointed to. But I could only return her questioning gaze with a small, uncertain smile.   Because in my view, it was still raining flowers. In fact, it never stopped. I knew it wasn't exactly happening. It's impossible for that to happen if I was the only one who could see it. That would only mean I'm crazy. But whenever I close my eyes, even to blink, I always see it. And sometimes, maybe once in a year or two, there would be flower, either whole or some petals falling  or brought by the wind, when I visited him. That, wasn't hallucination. Even if it never really rained flowers again like that day I received his diary from Yewon. I knew even the few petals were sent by him as well, maybe unintentionally. Sometimes he visited my dreams, telling me to stop it already, looking worried or annoyed, nagging as he always did. But I knew he was lying, even in dreams, even from another world. He never stop lying. It was good that his truth is safe with me now and I could read it everyday to remind me of the little boy I never got to know hidden behind that moody, indifferent, naggy one yet no less precious. Maybe remind isn't exactly the word, but getting to know is more like it.     "Because it's the theme of the exhibition, pabo. Didn't you read the title at the information board? "Floral Rain". Aish...pabo kid."   "Papa!" The girl ran towards the familiar looking person who blurted out the smarter answer than the one I could offer, presumably her father, who had a similar striking eyes with her. But instead of going to his daughter, he straight away approached me.   "Kevin Hyung?" His voice hadn't changed even if I didn't recognized him at first glance. He's not even old yet already had some grey hair, unless it's dyed hair. And the lenses of his glasses had gotten thicker, as is the frame.   "Heechul?"   "Hyung, you still remember me! I heard about your exhibition and wanted to pay a visit. I wanted to surprise you and see if you still recognize me, but then this kid had to disappear after I parked."   "You told me you're going here, but then you disappeared."   "Your daughter?"   "Yeah." He grinned. "Hey, this is my friend, greet him and introduce yourself, properly."   "We already talked a lot while you're wandering somewhere else." She rolled her eyes and went back inside.   "Sorry, she's got some attitude there." He shook his head apologetically.   "Well, I guess she inherited it from somewhere."   "Hey, not me okay. The mother, the mother."   "So, who's the mother, do I know? Or not?"   "Uhh...maybe." He fidgeted.   "Really?"   "Yah! Why did you left me alone to pay for everything? Pabo!"   The sudden ent