Well you know most of us weren't born with a silver spoon in our mouths, well at least i didnt. My name is Lee Yoora. I'm 13 years old, my family is poor as you can say but we were humble, I'm the second child and the only daughter, I have 1 older and younger brother who is 15 and 7. My mother passed away was what my father told ,leaving me when I was 5. My father is a police man and yes like every other single parent he tries his best to put a roof over our heads and rice in our bowls. I am still a child and yes i know but that doesn't stop me from doing what I liked, my older brothers name is Lee Yoomin and he the trouble maker always getting into trouble, stealing from markets or other rude things.

I on the other hand woke up everyday knowing the first thing to do is make rice so that father and the boys can have a meal before going to school and to work. After that I would get myself ready and wake up the borthers, my little brother is 7 his name is Lee Yoochan, the sweetest boy in the world unlike my older brother, he's demure and quiet. "Noona, is today monday?" "uh" I replied as I fix his uniform, I called him "sagwa" the 'apple' because it was his favorite fruit, cute huh? He's an angel. before work our father gives us a little money for lunch and puts me in charge of locking up before heading out to school.

People in the neighboorhood says that my omma left her husband and 3 kids to marry a rich old nam, I never believed what they told me, I trusted fathers words, that she has passed away, but i've never seen her grave nor have  seen her ashes, but I dont care, I've made it this far without her. I have 1 best friend growing up and no its not a girl, his name is Kim Minseok, he was a chubby boy, everyone and called him "Baozi" meaning 'buns'. To me he was more than just a friend, he was my guardian angel, he never lets kid teased me and he never lets me cry alone. I remeber the first time we met was when a little girl called me a "bastard child' I got into a hair tug-o-war, did I lose? of course I didn't, but it did hurt me, not knowing who my mother was did make me a 'bastard child' therefore I cried and Minseok was there and came to my side. He didnt know what to do so he just cried with me, not like crying because he was sad but because he ws mocking me. I cried loud and he cried louder, I turned away and he pulled me closer, I stood up and yelled "yah! why are you mocking me?" he stood up and said "I wanted to show you how ugly you looked and how horrible you sounded when you cry" I looked at him with hatred from the corners of my eyes, he knew right then I was mad. So he slowly stuck out his tongue like an idiot that it made me smile and I stopped crying. Ever since then we became best friends.

"Apples for Yoochan, Oranges or Yoomin and Coffee for appa" i would always buy these 3 thing before heading home. Seeing little yoochans reaction when I bring home apples brings me so much joy.

(skips a few years)

Now i'm 15 my hair has gotten longer and I grew a little bit taller.

Father gets up from the table "Yoora ah, remember to lock all the doors before leaving to school okay?" "Nae abonim". I get to the front door and locked it. I can hear the school bells ringing in the distance so I quickly locked the doors and didn't even care to double check, and ran to school. After school as usual I went to the nearby market "apples for yoochan, oranges for yoomin and coffee for appa" I walked home, took out my keys to see that the doors has been broken into. my eyes widen, my house was a mess! I rushed inside, something didn't feel right yoochan was nowhere to be seen, I searched everywhere for him, my heart pounding harder and harder with every step. Checking one room to another I stopped and noticed something strange. The living room.....yoochan was lying on the floor, his skin was purple and his body was cold....my can hear my heart drop.... tears just dropped from my eyes without notice "yoochan ah" I took a few steps closer "yoochan?" My heart pounding harder and harder. "Yoochan Ah!" I dropped to the floor next to him and picked up his cold body "Yoochan ahahahahaah" I was crying the pain in my heart out, everything seemed to stop, I pulled his cold body next to mine and weeped. I yelled and cried for help when the ahjjumah that lives next door heard me and came in "Aigoo what is going on in here!?" she came into the living room where she heard the cries of help...she couldn't believe ger eyes "aigoo yoochan ah" she rus outside and yelled for her son to call an ambulance.

Father received a call from his team mates "Sir, I think its best if you return home as soon as possible" He frozed. When he got home he saw a swarm of reporters and people gathered around the house, policemens blocking the entrance, and a black van taking away a body. He didnt believe his eyes, his tears didn't fall, he pushed everyone out of the way and I came out after the cart crying "Yoochan ah" My fathers heart stopped, his tears fell, "this cant be, that cannot be my little boy, my little yoochan in that bag" He finally approached the cart, opened up the bag to see his little boy laying stiff inside..."Yoochan ah!!!!" he cried as he picked up his little boys body "Yoochan ah!"... Orabonim comes running along to see what has happened, not knowing what was going on, he didnt know what to do, he just broke into tears knowing his one and only little brother was left to die on the cold floor.....The funeral was small and simple, yoochans body was cremated, and his ashed were spread into the sea.

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