When you were younger, your mother died due to a serious illness, and since her younger brother, Minho, was your only remaining relative, he became your guardian. Forced. Of course, there has never been warmth and family love between you two - only awkwardness and prolonged silence. You couldn't call him your father, so you just addressed him as Minho.

Despite the fact that he absolutely didn't want children, and even more so not his own, he never treated you badly. Minho took care of you all these years silently and covertly so as not to feel deafening nervousness... your presence in his house only reminded him even more of what he had lost. Or who he had lost.

It was obvious that when you become adult you would begin a full-fledged adult life in another city, so for the last two years you didn't communicate with him much, only for calls every two months. But you were sad during the holidays, because even with friends and a boyfriend, you lacked that feeling from childhood when you helped your mother with salads and watched old christmas movies, feeling completely safe.

Maybe it was a stupid decision, but this christmas you decided to spend in your hometown and at your uncle-guardian's house. Minho didn't mind because no matter how much mental distance and pain there was between you, he understood his responsibility for you and your life even after you became an adult.

The house was meticulously decorated, there was a massive christmas tree in the living room with decorations that had been used for years in your family - new christmas toys alternated with those that your mother bought a long time ago. It was only morning, Minho made you breakfast and while you were eating, he was sitting on the couch and caressing the ears and back of one of his cats, his 'real children'. And again that awkward silence...