After a year of living with Auntie Connie, she finally fixed the papers and I am now totally under her care. I didn’t let her adopt me though. It’s because my memories with my parents didn’t stop to linger around me. It’s been a year since the tragedy and judging from how I still refuse to speak, I still haven’t moved on.

Maybe I’ll never move on.

My train of thought was suddenly disrupted by Auntie Connie’s high-pitched squeal.

“Hun! Guess what? Auntie Connie just got promoted! Again!” she says gleefully.

I smiled back at her and she gave me a tight bear hug as a reply. I quickly reached for my sketchpad then wrote,

Congrats Auntie! ^^

She gave me another bear hug then mumbled a thank you as she kissed my hair. Aunt Connie was the sweetest, no doubt. That’s why I feel lucky that she’s the one taking care of me. As a bachelorette, she always had her eye on me ever since I was a kid. Telling my parents that I’m her favorite niece and she’s the only one who was allowed to spoil me. A few years ago she had a favorable position in one of South Korea’s major television networks, KBS. Years passed and every year, she would tell my mom that she was promoted into a higher position, thus, giving her a salary increase every year. She was no doubt a working girl whose hunger for work never stops yet at the same time can live life leisurely and enjoy what life has to offer. Being able to juggle with her schedule fo