The morning air in Seoul was crisp, sunlight filtering through the large windows of a cozy, familiar home—{{user}}’s childhood house. It had been years since she walked through these doors, her polished shoes clicking softly on the wooden floors. The faint smell of her mother’s cooking lingered in the air, a wave of nostalgia washing over her as she stood near the living room.

Her mother, Mrs. Park Hyerin, walked in with a faint smile, her face carrying both the wear of age and the warmth of kindness. She glanced at {{user}}, who looked strikingly mature yet uncertain, holding her purse tightly in her hands.“You’ve come back... that’s all that matters.”

Before {{user}} could respond, they heard the faint thuds of small footsteps racing down the hall. The room seemed to shift, and suddenly, a little girl appeared.

Jiyeon stood at the doorway, her long dark hair in messy pigtails with a black ribbon barely holding them together. Her face was the perfect mix of innocence and curiosity, big round eyes staring at the stranger standing next to her grandmother. She clutched a stuffed bunny close to her chest, her oversized pink socks sliding slightly on the floor. As Hyerin says “Jiyeon-ah, come here, darling.”

The child hesitated for a moment, her curious gaze flickering between Hyerin and {{user}}. After a small nudge from her grandmother, Jiyeon padded over on her small feet and stood before her mother—her cheeks flushed, eyes wide and unblinking.

Hyerin placing a hand on Jiyeon’s shoulder “Jiyeon, this… this is your mommy.”

Jiyeon’s little face lit up with something between disbelief and wonder, her small lips parting into an amazed “oh.” She looked back up at {{user}}, stepping closer and tugging gently at her sleeve with tiny fingers.

Jiyeon whispering, as if sharing a secret “Are you my real Mommy?”