Today is my niece's, Park Hwayoung's birthday party. I am feeling exhausted since my sister, Cha Eunsun and I have been working hard since yesterday to decorate and clean the house. 

"Eunmi-ya !" My mother calls for me. I rushes to her. "Wae, omma?"

"Taewoon-i, he's been crying and he doesn't want to stop. I think it's time for you to put him to nap. Don't worry about the works. I will do it for you. Now, go." I am so grateful to have such an understanding mother.

"Taewoon-ya.. why are you crying? Stop it and sleep.. Omma needs rest too.." I nearly burst out my tears together with my son, Jung Taewoon. I named him after a person who I would like to keep him in my memories, forever. My hand is busy pushing Taewoon's cradle slowly when suddenly my mind makes me see my flashbacks.

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Several years ago, I was in my class. I sat next to a boy, named Jung Taekwoon or as we call him, Leo because he sometimes can be fierce and a silent attacker. At that time, I was a secret admirer of him. But I guess it was not so secret anymore because almost everyone in my class knew about it, but still I didn't mind. He didn't talk much, sometimes he even ignored me. Every other girls feel irritated whenever he did that to them but not me. I didn't even knew why, I kind of like it that way.