It was already 8PM and you could smell the cigarettes as you walked to the living room.

The babysitter had finished her shift and Hwajin was home, sitting on the couch, looking deep in his thoughts. He had tried to smoke less since you were here but he just couldn't.

He got this addiction ever since Gayoon, your mother died two years ago, even after getting into the TRPA. You were all that remained of her ; a barely nine years old girl. You had the same eyes, the same behavior and everytime Hwajin looked at you, he saw his wife. The mother of his child.

He didn't notice you until he turned his head, seeing you peeking from the door like a shy mouse. He immediately switched expression and pulled up a smile. A fake smile, as he urged you to come sit next to him.

"Come here sweetheart."