05:56 does my alarm wake me up to let me know that my song will be released in five minutes, so with eyes barely open I write on SNS for everyone to know about it, then I go back to sleep. I’m so tired that it is easy falling asleep. I’m still in leggings and sweater as I haven’t been able to decide if I’m freezing or sweating during the night. I thought I would sleep for a little more, but next time I look at the time its almost nine in the morning. I get such a fright seeing the time that I flies up to look at the time in a sitting position, one hand holding the phone and the other holding the hair away from my eyes as I try to focus the sleepy eyes of mine to see the time. With a confused look I turn to my door: the door is closed. I leave it open for Tiger, so it confuses me even more. The camera in the corner is filming me but my arm is in the way for it to spot my face in the dark bedroom. With a groan I remove the quilt. My body is exhausted from the cold, my throat is in slight pain and I want to lie back down, hide under my quilt. But my door is closed and I want to know why; and it’s nine in the morning. Opening the door the light from the house makes me close it again with a grimace. It’s raining outside but the lamps in the hall and living-room are strong compared to the darkness in my room. I open the door again and continue to grimace with the cell phone in my hand covering the strong light from my eyes. I listen first. I can hear Maria’s voice from the living-room; it sounds like she is talking to Kyungho so I go over to see what they are doing. “Good morning,” Maria smiles at me from the sofa, lying there with Tiger and Ace and cuddling with the blankets and pillows. “Did you sleep well?” Its morning, I think I’m still sleeping so my answer is the same grimace I have had since I stepped outside the room. I grunt to ask where Kyungho is but since she doesn’t speak the grunting language, I walk over to the kitchen to look inside instead. I can’t open my eyes correctly but I think I see Kyungho sit in the kitchen doing his homework. Maria is talking behind me, and I realise it is the pets she is talking to while watching something on the TV. I walk over to the kitchen table and round it to take a seat across from Kyungho, knowing I must look dreadful so I try to hide my face as much as possible as I focus my eyes on the papers. “Oh, Nuna!” Kyungho brightly greets me. “How is your cold? Maria Nuna said we should let you sleep, so we took Tiger out of your room. Do you want me to give you breakfast? Maria prepared soup.” “Omma prepared soup!” Maria calls out from the living-room behind him. “She came over with it yesterday.” Manager Lim’s wife always takes care of us. “Nuna, how do you say this?” Kyungho asks me and turns his paper around. I stare at the paper. He is learning Japanese this Sunday morning? I just stare at it, no word want to come out as I haven’t woken up yet. Maria comes over to us; Tiger jumps up on the chair next to mine and struggles to get through the space to get on the table to reach me. “Hannah isn’t awake yet, what do you need help with?” Maria tells Kyungho and I feel so grateful for Maria that I lie down my arms and head on the table, my eyes naturally closes again. “Ah, this? I don’t know that.” Maria walks away from the table to get something from the fridge. I lift my head up to look at the paper. ‘It’s noisy’ it reads in Korean and he needs it translated to Japanese. “Urusaidesu,” I tell him and point at the paper. He has different writings asking which one is the right answer so I point at the right one. Maria laughs at my low voice while Kyungho goes “aaaah!” I get up with Tiger in my arm to go to the fridge and get some water. “How’s your cold?” Maria asks me. She took a carrot to chew on. Since the first word I have spoken today was in Japanese, for some reason I answer Maria’s question with “it’s okay” – in Japanese. Maria smiles widely at my answer while Kyungho repeats it and looks in his books. I know I said it in Japanese but I don’t react to it and with my water in hand and Tiger held in my arm I look at Kyungho. I want to ask what we are doing today as I can’t remember what we have decided, but I glance at Maria. “I’m tired,” I whisper in a tired voice. “Go back to bed then,” Maria smiles at me. “Kyungho and I are finishing the homework then we are going to yoga together, aren’t we, Kyungho?” He nods and smiles brightly. “Maria said I will get as flexible as her if I go there.” I want to tell him that Maria isn’t flexible at all, but since I know Maria will take care of Kyungho, I bring Tiger and the water with me back to bed. Tiger starts playing under the quilt when I have lied down and again I close my eyes when my head hits the pillow. I think I am lazy on the days we film Good Sister, as if my body relaxed knowing I don’t have a schedule to attend: no performances or meetings, just a reality show to film, and though I should take this chance to be with Kyungho, the cold has won over me for today. But I can’t fall asleep this time. Instead I check my phone: my song came out three hours ago, and the response is spotted everywhere. My song for Good Sister is said to be dedicated to Kyungho, the boy I met at the hospital almost five years ago and we were attached to a red thread that saved our lives, therefore [The Thread]. It knocks on my door even if its open and Kyungho is standing there, smiling at me. “Nuna– ah, Ne-chan,” he says in Japanese. Nuna is older sister in Korean while ‘ne-chan’ is a comfortable word for the Japanese word older sister. He is focused on learning Japanese today. “Um… soup.” He comes inside with the soup manager’s wife had made, they have heated it too so when he puts it down on my bedside table asking if he said ‘soup’ correct in Japanese, I nod to say he said it right. “Next time you can say ‘I brought some soup’,” I tell him, saying the suggestion in Japanese. He starts to repeat it but stops, nodding instead and say he will look it up for next time. I don’t question it; I know he is a good student. Kyungho lies down in the bed to play with Tiger, even hitting my leg to make Tiger come out from under the quilt. “Nuna,” he whispers. “I listened to the song.” “Mm…” I mumble. He lifts his head to put his arm on my hip, resting his chin on his arm to smile at me. “I like it.” “You like it?” I mumble and put my hand on his head. His hair covers his eyes when I do so, pressing the hair down. “Yes,” he nods against his arm, “It’s memorable. Reminds me of when I used to read for you.” I giggle at his words. I don’t really open my eyes but I smile at what he says. “Will you have fun going to the yoga with Maria?” “I am a bit worried,” he answers, whispering as if Maria would hear us. “But Maria is fun so I look forward to it. And you will be at home resting, like your manager told you to.” I wonder who is taking care of whom here. Before they leave, Maria makes sure I will finish the soup before it gets cold. While they are at home I am lazy lying in bed but a few minutes after the door is closed after them, I get restless. I finish the soup in the kitchen and look at my phone again, reading the comments [The Thread] is receiving. - ‘Hannah’s voice is so emotional’ - ‘This song is so amazing O___O’ - ‘THE THREAD is such a beautiful song. she sings from the deep parts of her heart and you can hear clearly how she brings the words out, how her voice hugs on to the tones… Hannah is a real artist, this is no bull here, no, this is pure art’ - ‘Am I the only one who thinks she sounds both sad and happy in this song? She sounds so happy singing the chorus and it sounds so deep and meaningful. I love this. Can I get a live performance, please?’ - ‘I love how SM is letting Hannah go out with her beautiful voice and music, it is a wonderful year. Every song she writes is deep and personal and you can really hear how she takes each word from her heart. Is this perfection? I didn’t think she could be more perfect than this, Hannah is truly a goddess’ - “If we watch 5 Pieces as a group, they accomplish so much. I just re-watched Hannah break out in tears when winning recently on Music Bank, she got such a surprise because she doubted herself so much but still won, she was moved to tears and I love how she is still moved like that. Hannah is the most successful member in 5 Pieces with solo activities, always being number one on the charts, but I think she is the most humble member too because she never takes it for granted.” - “Hannah’s voice goes straight to my heart, this song tells me that she has struggled deeply in her young years, she met her own angel at the hospital and I am moved to tears to know she and Kyungho are tight and close, like angel and guardian. I love Good Sister because they really are doing their best for each other, it’s fun to watch, yet the things they do in the show are so deep. Thank you.” - “Hannah is opening up a lot this year. Her grandfather passed away, her grandmother passed away earlier too and it is devastating to know she went through all that while smiling at us and she continues to give us such confidence and belief in ourselves. She still sings ‘you are beautiful’. I like that she is allowed to open up herself like this, that she is letting us see so much of herself? I like this Hannah, the emotional and human-side that we rarely get to see by artists.’ I am smiling reading the comments. It’s better than expected. It’s not just the song they compliment, it’s me. They call me an artist, they say I write art, they are incredible. After finishing the soup I do the dishes and clean up in the kitchen, while humming to [The Thread]. I never wrote it with the thoughts of having it released like this; I don’t think I usually write music that way. This song I wrote thinking of Kyungho and the struggle at the hospital, and the chorus is all about telling people they are beautiful, that this life is beautiful; I think I wanted to deliver this song in a way to not take things for granted, to enjoy the life you have. While humming I head inside my room after finishing up in the kitchen, to clean up a bit in my room too and I see the note I wrote for myself yesterday – that’s right, Hong Suk-Chun is coming today. With both hands in my hair I grimace again. What should I wear if he is coming? Looking through my wardrobe I don’t think I have anything that works, and after tons of wondering and looking through things I pick a knitted cardigan, leggings and a long tunic. But before getting dressed I do some exercises to warm up my body and I use the bathroom, washing my face and brush my teeth, and keeping Tiger away from the water. “You have to stop that,” I pick her head before I hold her in my arm to take her out of the bathroom as I am done in there. “You hear that, Tiger? Don’t play with the water. You’ll get all wet.” Ace is rolling around on the floor in the living-room so I tell him to teach Tiger some manners. I get dressed and I start to clean up a bit in the house, I return in the kitchen to keep cleaning up in the cupboards and around to make sure things will look alright when Suk-Chun comes. I listen to music on my phone while doing that, a mix of songs come out and I can sing along to all of them but because of the cold I am mostly just humming and bouncing along – until th