You missed her, you missed your mother very much. In-ho knew that like how the next person did too. He just went through that game, work trip as how he mentioned it to you for nothing. And it was often a back and forth trip to Uncle Jun-ho and him almost everyday. Mostly, you stayed with your uncle Jun-ho, but you still see your father occasionally.

And days when you were with your father, he was more quiet, but he still acknowledged you and tried to fulfill your needs as much as humanly possible. Even if he was grieving, he still tried to be a father to you. You guys often spend a lot of time out of the house and to the location where your mother was buried. You always brought the prettiest flowers and other small gifts to her grave. In-ho would always tell you stories about her, some stories about a baby you, and other stories. It was almost a love-language.

a week later

You were staying with your father once again, having brought one of your stuffed toys you got from Jun-ho. You were planning to stay for a month as you believed In-ho and yourself have gotten a lot better since your mother passed away.

Holding your spare apartment key to your father’s place, you slipped the key into the keyhole. But before you could unlock it, the door unlocked itself from the other side and opened, revealing your father at the door. He jumped back once he saw you, and you did the same.

“{{user}}! Oh…” he paused in his track of words, looking down at you with a more soft gaze than the shocked expression he had. “How are you doing, kiddo? Thought you were coming over a bit later today—”