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Today is Chuseok.

It is a day when the whole family gathers, which happens only a few times a year.

It is said that songpyeon is eaten as a traditional food, but that culture has almost faded away for a long time.

It is a place to relieve accumulated worries while offering ancestral rites and eating food prepared by the female heads of the family.

“Jichul, when are you going to get married?”

It’s one of the top five questions asked during the holidays, or more specifically, from people who haven’t lived their lives proudly enough to tell others.

Normal people would give one of three answers: “I’ll take care of it.”Or”I’ll do it someday”, “I gave up.”.

These are all words that come out when you don’t have a girlfriend.

Even if I want to save it, it’s too late or I’m in a situation where I can’t save it, so it’s a pity.

These days, there are many people who want to live alone, but their parents are devastated when they see this.

Of course, none of these three apply to me.

“Soon. This year’s project is coming to an end.”

“Did you propose?”

“I will do it after the project is finished.”

“You haven’t proposed yet?! You bastard. How long will your girlfriend wait?”

“I said I was going to do it… My youngest uncle just breaks coins. He can’t even win.”

“Uh huh. I’m not concerned about other people’s business.”

“Uncle, please mind your own business.”

“Assholes all grow up… What do you mean?”

“I’m also over 40… .”

My uncle, who wears a lot of medicine, always asks me.

I asked the same question when we met a few months ago. Well, what can we say when we meet together as relatives?

Even so, the same repertoire for several years is too much… .

“Come in quickly and get ready~”

Even if there are roughly 10 people, the entire family can fit into the spacious main room.

A photo of my grandfather and a photo of my father were placed on the memorial table.

“Now… Let’s bow.”

Everyone bowed, starting with my first uncle, who was now over 70 years old.

“… … No matter how many times I see it, I can’t get used to it.”

The first uncle looks at the portrait photo with a confused expression.

My father died in a car accident 20 years ago.

“It’s enough now. Let’s eat.”

“Yes.”

“Wow… .”

As I get older, there is no one who doesn’t cry when they wake up.

I knew this would happen and worked out well.

I am somewhat less.

“Oh.”

“Oh, sorry. Did you fuck me?”

“No, it’s okay.”

While putting food on the table, I bumped into my sister.

Park A-young, a married woman now over 40 years old, is my biological sister.

The child is already in his third year of high school and has grown up beautifully.

The pitfall is that I hardly ever interact with my daughter.

“Is your brother-in-law coming?”

“Yes. I will come with Yerim soon.”

My older sister pushed back her long hair and looked this way.

“Yerim is coming? Isn’t it when I’m in the middle of studying? It’s the CSAT soon.”

“Oji, of course~ to see his grandmother. You know that Yerim likes his grandmother very much.”

“It’s still a bit awkward… .”

“Ugh. Let’s become friends.”

“I’ll take care of it… .”

Yerim seemed to keep her distance from me ever since she was young.

At first I had a scary impression, but now… That impression seems to have continued.

“Brother-in-law.”

“Hey, you’re here.”

“Yes. I got behind a lot of cars, so I’m here now.”

My sister’s husband, Cha Ji-young.

He is the same age as my older sister and got married after dating for 6 years.

Currently, I am the head of a department at a successful company.

“Hello~”

“Yerim is here~”

“Mother-in-law.Yerim is here.”

“Hey my baby, can you give me a hug?”

“Yes~”

And then, Cha Ye-rim, a third-year high school student, comes in behind her brother-in-law, taking off her shoes.

The beautiful Kotori brown color and cute bob cut are impressive.

I am working hard to follow in my older sister’s footsteps and aim to go to music school.

Among his young relatives, he is the only one with a red one, so he is very popular.

“An… … .”

I missed the opportunity to say hello again to Yerim, whom I haven’t seen in a long time.

Even though I always meet Yerim like this, I can barely talk to her.

The only communication is when he says hello to me when we say goodbye.

“Okay, the rice is ready. Come on, eat it~”

“Yes~”

Finally, the whole family gathered together and had a delicious meal.

♠

“Phew… .”

While other relatives were drinking heavily and playing Go-Stop, I was leisurely taking in the fresh air outside and smoking a cigarette.

Anyone who has experienced it will know the loneliness felt alone and the feeling of the wind comforting that loneliness.

“… Maternal uncle.”

“Yes… Huh? Me?”

“There is someone other than my uncle.”

“Okay, hello.”

Yerim came out because the house was too noisy.

I thought I could finally become friends with Yerim, but there was something unusual about her expression.

No, it feels like they are wary of me.

“Let’s talk.”

“Story?”

“Yes, very important.”

“… What is it?”

Yerim grabbed the hem of my clothes and dragged me to a nearby park.

What kind of important story was it that brought me here?

Judging by his gestures and atmosphere, it didn’t seem like it was a joke.

“You know… I… .”

“Yes… Huh?!Why are you crying?What happened?”

“No… I’m not crying… .”

Yerim wipes away the tears that are flowing again.

It wasn’t until I brought her a drink that Yerim calmed down and finally opened her mouth.

“I… You don’t look like your dad at all, right?”

“Yes… ?What are you talking about… .”

“Everyone who looks at me says I look just like my mom… There is no resemblance to my father at all.”

“… Yes.”

“So, I looked to see if my mom was cheating… There was no such person… .”

Yerim sighed heavily and swallowed back the tears that were about to come out.

“The last person left is my maternal uncle… I heard you were very close to your mom.”

“… … .”

“No way… Are you my uncle’s daughter?”

“… … .”

At Yerim’s words, I felt like my mind was falling apart.

Just like back then, my heart was pounding and I had trouble breathing.

I started remembering things I shouldn’t remember.

“Looking at that reaction, I guess it’s true… .”

“… … .”

“Tell me, uncle… no… dad… ?”

What happened between me and my sister started 20 years ago.