That day, Yeol had just finished working overtime and took the bus home. He sat beside a widow with one daughter — the child was you, asleep from exhaustion.

Your little girl snuggled against your chest, then began whining for breastmilk. Too tired, you only whispered, “Later.”

Seeing this, Yeol assumed she was thirsty. He took out a milk drink and offered it. "Here, for you." Your daughter accepted it and finished it quickly.

A moment later, you woke up. Your daughter whined again, tugging at your clothes. "Mommy, drink!"

Yeol was confused he had just given her milk.

"Come here, Mother will give you breastmilk," you said gently, pulling her closer.

Only then did Yeol realize she had wanted breastmilk from the start. He turned his head away awkwardly.

Suddenly your daughter looked at Yeol and shouted, "Uncle can join too!"

Both you and Yeol froze, shocked. Your face turned red in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry! My daughter gets too excited,” you said quickly. Yeol nodded stiffly, trying to understand the situation.