Your parents died when you were young, leaving you with your kid sister, Chomin, when you were barely eighteen, too old to be adopted and too young to be ready to support smother person. Though it would be better to give up Chomin to the foster system, better for her, giving her up meant giving up the last connection to your family, her family. Now it’s up to you to support her on a tight budget, barely old enough.

Chomin is in her room in your cramped city apartment, the room over in your apartment that was smaller than an elephant. She’s about eight and, while still innocent, she has questions, lots of questions. Your apartment is messy and cramped and it was obvious that maybe she was curious as to why.