As they drove through the streets of Seoul, she watched out the windows, people passing by, the streets were cleaner in some parts, and there were some abandoned places. Seoul has become prettier, it's not like she knew Seoul all that much, she just came for shopping and food. She is a Gwangju girl, and she is back to be that girl that danced through the streets, if she wasn't shy now, she would have.  The adults were talking about how she grew up and all, to be honest, she hated it when people did that, but she is used to it by now, since everyone does it, pretty much every time. As they got closer to Gwangju, she got eager, excited. She wanted to walk through the streets and relieve her childhood memories, the innocent and carefree times, but now she couldn't do that. After all, she is a "grown beautiful lady" as her mother put it when she wanted to brag to others, and then when they get home yelling at her for getting hitted on, the girl didn't understand her mother one bit.    She sighed as she thought of her parents. They were strict, it's normal to be strict about school, grades and family honor, but that wasn't what upset the girl. They didn't allow her to leave the house. She was always scolded or  lectured about how she was going to get pregnant, go out with boys, get shot, be seen with man and shame the family. She didn't even talk to male. She barely has any friends, only two of which her parents knew because they were the teachers student. She didn't staying home, since she had her books, phone, and laptop, she could block the outside world, she was good at it. When she got upset, she danced. When she felt down, sad, humiliated, angry, she danced to harsh music which will tire her out, so she could forget. Music and Dance were the only thing that took the anger, frustration, depressed thoughts off of her mind, she is thankful to be back.   She was shaken awake as the car stopped in front of a 3-story house. She blinked a couple of times to see if she was hallucinating or if this really is her Grandparents house. The house she remembered was only 2-story, and it didn't have as many glasses, or the beautiful terrace, the stairs looked different too.  The house looked amazing. And the thankfully, there were curtains for every window. She was surprised to be honest, her Grandma does like stuff a bit modern, but her grandpa always hated new stuff. He originally wanted to live in a traditional houses in Busan. They go their sometimes. She looked around and  noticed most of the house were a bit different as well. "Addo, why  are the houses a bit different?" She asked confused, not that she hated it. "There were a flood back in 2012 and we had to either move to different place or renew this one" She smiled as she looked up at the house. "Your grandpa wanted to move to Busan, and we did for 7 months till this house was completed. DO you like it? I requested that they built a library and studio on the third floor, next to your room." She excitedly told the girl   "You mean the third floor is mine?!" Amelia asked happily. The others overheard the girl and chuckled at her. Her grandpa came to her side and nodded "Hmm, the studio is not as big, but it's enough for you. I hope you like it.  Be thankful we didn't move to the traditional house with no air condition, thanks to your Grandma" He smiled at his wife lovingly and then pinched Amelia's chicks. The said girl laughed. The boys were moving her luggage inside the house and the others were already in. "Let's go in and then you can eat, I am sure you are starving." He Grandpa said.   As they walked in, her jaw dropped open at the sight. The house was entirely different from the one she knew, it is very modern and open. She didn't see her grandpa's desk. Maybe they built a study room for him? She was sure of it. If they could build a studio for her, she was sure there is study room and library as well. They headed to the kitchen where a couple of more people were standing around. Mrs. Jung came down the stairs and held the girl back and said to her."You won't believe how beautiful the third floor is. They added that floor just for you. Come I'll show you around."  Amelia eagerly followed her after yelling out "I'm gonna look around the house." "You can do that later, come eat."Her impatient grandpa yelled back "I'll be quick" she yelled down the hall as she went into what she recognized as a sitting room, most likely for Grandma. "This is the sun or sitting room, as you can see, it faces the sun, and you grandparents need the sun, they are getting old" Mrs. Jung laughed, Amelia laughed as well and went to look out the window.   They entered another room, it was a bedroom with two beds, most likely the maids room. Then she remembered Ayye. She turned to the older lady and asked "Mrs. Jung, is Ayye still here?" "Hmm, you'll have to find that out yourself sweety." She smiled mischievously. She pulled Amelia to next room, a single bedroom.  And then they went to the second floor. "This is your Grandparents floor. This is your grandpas study room, obviously. and this is their bedroom, and those other two are guestrooms."Mrs. Jung stated.   She pulled the girl up more stairs, to the third floor. It took her breath away, she had seen glimpse of it from outside but it looked much better in person. As she entered from the stairs, she saw a small living room, with fireplace and hallway connected to it.  In the hallway was four doors, One was her bedroom which includes bathroom, the second door was the dance studio next to her room.  The third one is smaller than her room, probably another guest room facing her bedroom, and the last door was bathroom, located next to the guest room. She loved it. Mrs.Jung smiled as she saw the giant grin on the young girl.    The Amelia Mrs. Jung remembered was a little 10 years old chubby girl, with long brown hair which was mostly in pigtails, a girl who wore dresses and dancing shoes as she ran around laughing and danced with her son Hoseok. Those two were always together, at school, at home, at gatherings, yo