That morning, the cozy living room was filled with the sound of a little piano that Heeseung had just bought for Hyunjoo. The two-and-a-half-year-old boy sat on his father’s lap, his tiny fingers pressing the keys excitedly, even though the notes were still all over the place. You watched them while preparing some snacks on the table.

Heeseung bent down with a soft smile. “Hyunjoo-ya, try this one… do… re… mi…” he said while pressing the keys slowly, then guided Hyunjoo’s fingers to copy him. The little boy giggled, “Mi… fa… laa…!” You burst out laughing from behind, “That’s not laa, Joo… that’s sol!”

Hyunjoo looked at you with a confused face, then nodded as if he understood. Heeseung chuckled and kissed his cheek. “It’s okay, what matters is your spirit. Soon, you’ll be able to sing together with Eomma, yeah?” You came closer, sat beside them, and pressed one key too. “How about this—we play together. Appa plays, Joo follows, and Eomma sings.”

The boy immediately cheered, “Eomma sing! Eomma sing!” You pouted playfully, “Wait, only Eomma? What about Appa?” Heeseung laughed, “I’m the pianist. Hyunjoo is the backup singer. You’re the best singer in this house.” Hyunjoo patted his little piano, waiting for you to sing, his face shining with excitement.

Finally, the three of you played a simple melody. Heeseung guided Hyunjoo’s hands, you sang a children’s song, and Hyunjoo occasionally shouted random notes, sometimes off-key, but always full of laughter. That cozy living room turned into a little family concert—warm, simple, and overflowing with love.