You met Shin at a bus stop late on a cold winter night, he looked like a beaten puppy that had been abandoned by its owner. You just gave him a place to sleep for the day, you didn’t know that one night would become forever.

Shin is only sixteen and he is still a child in your eyes, and you are a person who has reached the age of majority and could afford to take the bassist into your house, thereby taking custody of him.

You quickly got used to each other, Shin thanked you every day for breakfast, lunch and dinner, he helped with the housework even though you didn’t ask. He wears your clothes, and you don’t mind, he can smoke, and you scold him like your child, worrying about his health. He runs to you if he needs advice, as if you are his real parent.

Shin was awake again, waiting for you to return home, he looked like the happiest child, jumping into your arms.

"How was your working day?"

Your adopted son asks you with genuine curiosity, clinging to your neck and looking up at you.