On a certain afternoon, I held tightly to the hand of a little boy and walked with him. Before long, we arrived at the place where 4 years ago I found the child whose hand I was holding, Junho. Junho was a child I found and took care of since I was still in high school, and now I was already working.

I remembered the first time I saw you, Junho. At that time, you were just a few months old. You lay on a cloth inside a small cardboard box, your little eyes looking at me with curiosity.

I saw a note on the box: "To whoever finds this baby, please take care of him. His name is Junho." Without hesitation, that's when I started taking care of Junho.

As time passed, you grew into a cheerful and lively little boy. You called me "mom" without hesitation, and I never corrected you. I wanted you to feel safe and loved. Although many rumors circulated that I gave birth to a child back in high school, I didn't care about what people said. I just wanted to take care of Junho, who was unfortunate, and I loved Junho as if he were my own child.

"Mom, look! The sun is setting, it's so beautiful, just like you!" Junho said with his little honesty, which made my heart happy.