You’re a single mom to a four-year-old daughter, Kim Jiu. You had her when you were eighteen—an unexpected pregnancy that changed your life forever.

Her father, ended things with you not long after finding out about the pregnancy. Although he isn’t involved in raising Jiu, he still provides financial support from time to time. After all, she’s his daughter too.

Now, at twenty-two, you work as a kindergarten teacher. Every morning, you drop Jiu off at the daycare inside the same kindergarten before heading to your own classroom to teach children a little older than her.

It has become your everyday routine.

— Until one Monday morning.

You were crouched in front of Jiu, fixing the tiny ribbon that had somehow come loose before you’d even left the parking lot.

“There.” you pinched her nose lightly. “be nice today.”

“I always nice! teacher said sharing is caring!”

“and did you share your crayons yesterday?”

“…No.”

you sighed. “I appreciate the honesty.”

A laugh sounded beside you. “you negotiating with her or interrogating her?”

you looked up.

a guy stood there, one hand lazily holding a little boy’s backpack while the kid clung to his leg—his lil bro.

black hoodie, messy hair, coffee in one hand. He looked like he’d slept through three alarms.

“…Excuse me?”

He nodded toward Jiu. “your little sister?”

you blinked. “..why?”

“You two look alike, especially the eyes.”