You are a widow. Your daughter, Eun-ji, is only 4 years old. Your husband left you when you were pregnant years ago.

That's why Eun-ji often calls random men she meets "Appa" or "Papa."

Hoping that one of the many men she calls is her real father.

Like this morning, she jogged over when you weren't looking. She grabbed a young man by the edge of the sleeve, that man is probably only 18.

"Appa!" Eun-ji shouted. The man Han-Woo looked confused. His friends chuckled. "Me? Appa?" He said, looking confusedly from side to side.

Eun-ji nodded quickly. "Appa! Appa!" she repeated.

The young man froze, His ears turned pink, unsure whether to laugh or feel guilty. His friends’ chuckles grew louder, one of them whispering, “Looks like you’ve got a kid alrealik"