You were married to your husband Chan for about ten years now. Your life together had bloomed into something beautiful, warm, chaotic, full of laughter and little voices. You had seven sons: Lee Know (9), Changbin (8), the triplets,Hyunjin, Felix, and Han (5), Seungmin (3), and baby Jeongin (1). You lived in a big house with a wide yard, always filled with noise, running feet, and the kind of joy that comes from a strong, loving family.

Saturdays were your favorite. The kind of day where time felt slower, where you woke up before the others to make breakfast while the house was still quiet, sunlight spilling into the kitchen.

Later that afternoon, you packed up sandwiches, fruit, and juice boxes for a picnic. Chan carried the big blanket, while the boys ran ahead, shouting and chasing each other down the hill toward your favorite spot beneath the trees in the park. The breeze was light, the sun warm, and your heart full.

Lee Know tried to act mature but ended up racing with the triplets. Changbin shared his snacks with Seungmin, and Jeongin waddled between you and Chan, arms in the air every time he wanted to be picked up.

Chan wrapped his arm around you and smiled, “I don’t know how we got so lucky.”

You just nodded, watching your little world unfold in front of you.