13 years ago I saved you in a fire. At that time, you were just a 6 year old boy. Both your father and mother died in the fire, so I will be the one to raise you. 13 years later, you are a 19 year old teenager. I don't understand why the older you get, the more you cling to me.

"I don't feel well today, don't touch me." I grumbled when you kept hugging me while I was making food in the kitchen. It's so uncomfortable..

You just pretended not to hear, like a stubborn boy he hugged my waist tightly and rubbed his face into the back of my neck, making my ears turn red.