Reunion.

I said to Dayeon, who was watching.

“Da-yeon, can you read the book for a moment?”

“Yes.”

After I kicked Park Ji-hoon, Dayeon seemed to think the situation was unusual, so she nodded and slowly walked back to her seat.

“who are you…?”

I said after confirming that Dayeon had gone far.

“Who do you think you are, you bastard?”

A face that boasts a flawless beauty that can be called perfect, and a cute outfit gifted by Kim Seon-hwa.

Park Ji-hoon slowly looked me up and down.

“…eh… no way… eh~”

He shook his head, looked me up and down, and then became speechless.

“…Are you my brother?”

My eyes became red at that tone of voice.

Jihoon, seeing my face, tilted his head and said.

“It’s not?”

“This bastard is really trying to chase…”

Jihoon, who flinched at my tone of voice, spoke cautiously.

“…Who are you? I’ve been watching you for a long time, but I’ve never seen you cry no matter who looked after you?”

That dialect without any genealogy is so familiar.

I approached him without a word and planted my fist in his face.

“Gagging!”

“Fuck you bastard.”

He started beating Park Ji-hoon, who was holding his face.

A panicked Dayeon quickly ran from far away.

“Aaaah!!! Siyuna!!!”

“You die, I live, you bastard.”

“I’m your brother!!!”

Jihoon grabbed his swollen face and grabbed my leg, saying he had done something wrong.

“oh my god…”

At that time, the young teacher spotted us and ran towards us in great confusion.

“Kim Si-yoon!!!”

As time passed, the director came in.

“What is happening!!!”

And I looked back and forth between me raising my hand and Jihoon holding his hand and receiving treatment.

“oh my god…”

The director came in front of me, knelt down and took a breath.

It seemed like he rushed over after hearing about the situation from the young teacher.

“Siyoon said that?”

“yes.”

The director calmly asks me.

“Why did you do that?”

“He sexually harassed me.”

“”…..?””

“And they made fun of me for not having a mother.”

“…..”

Jihoon looks shocked.

The director approached Park Ji-hoon as if he had a headache.

“Jihoon… did you really do that?”

Jihoon’s pupils were shaking as he looked at me intensely, but I looked at him with a straight face without saying a word.

“…yes.”

“Whoa…”

The director spoke to the restless young teacher.

“Quickly call Jihoon’s parents.”

Not long after, Dad and Jihoon’s mom came to visit.

“Oh my!! What should I do!!!”

Dad must have judged the situation and immediately started apologizing.

“sorry…”

But Jihoon’s mother responded calmly.

“No… I heard it… Sigh… Ji-hoon was the one who made the mistake first. I’m truly sorry.”

“Huh?! No! I… I think I raised my daughter wrong.”

“Oh my! Don’t be like that. My child is so foul-mouthed… Si-yoon must have had a hard time with it, I raised him wrong…”

I have never had an accident since going to kindergarten.

If I wanted to play with the little kids, I would play with them.

My dad looked very angry and looked at me like he was seeing me for the first time.

“I… I need to talk to Siyoon for a moment…”

I looked at the director and quickly shook my head as if asking for help.

But there was no response from the director, and there was no one on my side in this space.

“Wouldn’t it be better to resolve it here…?”

“Kim Si-yoon…”

“huh.”

“Follow me.”

I played a trump card to my dad.

“Ah… hug me.”

Dad looked at me with a straight face, and I followed him in silence with my head down.

“Si-yoon…”

I avoided my dad’s eyes.

“Look dad.”

“huh.”

“No matter how angry you are… what should you do if you hit your friend…”

“sorry.”

Dad checked my hands.

When a child swings a fist, the delicate skin is bound to tear, but these two hands are okay.

“…Cellphone confiscated for one month.”

“…uh?”

Dad held my hands with one hand as if handcuffing them, and took out my cell phone from my pocket.

“Go home and raise your hand for 30 minutes.”

“…huh.”

When I opened my arms and pretended to hug him, my father ignored me with a distressed look on his face.

“I won’t do anything until you raise your hand for 30 minutes.”

“…huh.”

The House action was taken immediately after the fight in kindergarten, and it arrived home.

While we were in the car, Dad didn’t say a word to me.

Seeing my father experiencing this for the first time in 7 years, I felt that I had made a mistake.

I just quietly looked at the back of the passenger seat.

When we arrived home, Dad sat down without even changing his clothes.

“Get on your knees and keep your hands up.”

“huh.”

I knelt in the corner and raised my hands.

‘Haa… Shiba…’

At exactly 30 minutes, my dad called me.

“Si-yoon, sit here.”

“huh.”

“Do you know what you did wrong and got scolded for?”

I didn’t have any pain in my arm, but I pretended that my arms and legs were hurting after holding it for 30 minutes.

“Jihoon said it with words, but I hit him.”

“…..”

Dad was silent, and for a moment I didn’t understand.

No matter how much I lied to create the situation…

I heard that my mother wasn’t there, but I couldn’t understand my father’s reaction to me sternly scolding me.

“I’m sorry. But Dad, I don’t think I can say no to it next time.”

“…..”

“I don’t feel like I have to put up with my parents’ criticism…”

“ha…”

Dad looked like he didn’t know where to start teaching me.

Seeing that person who seemed to be saying ‘It’s my fault’ unconditionally, I was moved to tears for a moment.

“My father doesn’t know how I feel without my real mother.”

“…..”

“I really don’t have it… so if other people make fun of me about it, I’ll do it again.”

Dad looked disappointed in my words for a long time and sat in silence.

“…Okay, Dad… I’m sorry.”

Dad washed me, changed my clothes, and went to sleep without saying a word.

I was hungry, so I looked around.

It smelled like food and I wanted to cook it alone, but I was too small for that.

I went into the storage room and with difficulty took out a bag of snacks.

Then, I sat down in the storage room, picked up some snacks, ate them, and looked at my dad’s room.

“…..”

After thinking for a moment, I headed to my room.

My father’s disappointed image flashed in my head, and I couldn’t sleep, so I just stared at the ceiling.

After some time had passed, my father came into my room.

In one hand, I was holding a bag of snacks that I had taken out on my own a little while ago.

“I’m sorry dad…”

I made dinner while I was on duty, but due to the shock it received from me, it seemed like I forgot to feed it.

Tears were flowing from Dad’s eyes.

My father’s voice trembled violently, probably because he was so emotional when he saw me lying on my back.

“Ah… Dad… I’m sorry… I’m not good enough for you.”

Dad holding a bag of snacks and crying like a child.

“…Did you come to pick me up?”

“huh…”

“hug me.”

Dad hugged me tightly and took a deep breath.

It looked pitiful, and it looked like it might collapse at any moment.

“Let’s go to bed.”

Dad swallowed his saliva and said, as if the sound of my voice was reassuring.

“huh.”

The 29-year-old father was still young and difficult to raise a 7-year-old child alone.

It’s fun to see the comments on my dad’s songs these days.

– I think it was a song I made after fighting with my daughter.

– LOL

– Wow… But as time goes by, the albums Jiho releases… I get tired of them.

– Really… it’s full of emotions.

– How do you update the legend every time you play?

– Jiho is 29 years old… ㄷㄷㄷㄷ

– Siyoon is already 7 years old.

My name was always in the lyrics of my dad’s songs.

“Siyoon~”

“huh?”

“Eat food.”

“huh,”

I threw my phone on the sofa and went to eat.

It seemed like an awkward meal because of what happened yesterday, but I broke the mood.

“It’s boring today too!”

“…Shall we add more salt next time?”

“Hmm… The girl is still 7 years old… If she turns one more year old, let’s put our heads together and think about it together.”

“Ahh.”

I drank lukewarm seaweed soup.

“Big… It’s cool.”

“Yes, thank you.”

“The soup is delicious today, so I guess I should eat rice with the soup.”

Dad seemed to have been very worried about yesterday’s events, and he breathed a sigh of relief at my reaction.

I held a spoon in my mouth and made eye contact with my father who was looking at me.

“why.”

“Huh? No. Is it delicious?”

“It’s bland?”

“…huh.”

As I saw my dad becoming the same as usual, I began to treat him like usual again.

After brushing my teeth and taking a shower with my dad’s hand, my dad dried my hair.

Long straight hair that reaches to the waist.

“Shall I cut my hair?”

Dad said, wincing.

“why…?”

“Hmm…is it because it flutters too much?”

My dad expressed that if I really wanted to cut it, I could, but he showed signs of disappointment.

“Siyun looks pretty with long hair…”

“Ugh… then let’s do it.”

After drying my hair, it was time for me to go to kindergarten.

Dad checked my diary again and put the notebook in my bag.

I piled things up in my bag, and took out a few things because they felt heavy.

“What are you doing?”

“Um… Si-yoon needs a water bottle?”

“I didn’t even use it.”

Dad reduced the weight of the bag, put it on his shoulder, and lifted me up.

“Let’s go to kindergarten~”

“huh.”

Inside my dad’s car, while I was looking at my phone, my dad looked back at me sitting in the head seat.

“We’ll be arriving soon. Are you ready?”

“huh.”

What is there to say about preparation? All you have to do is pack your bag and go.

When I arrived at Hanbit Kindergarten, my dad took me out of my car seat.

I spoke to my father first.

“I’ll try to resolve it through dialogue as much as possible.”

My father looked at me, made a bright expression and nodded.

“You can do that next time, but don’t let your hands go out first, okay?”

Also, that’s okay… I thought it was something I would say to a child, but I nodded.

“okay.”

“I’ll come pick you up later~”

“Yes, I’m making a song to sing with me again~”

“huh.”

“Don’t make another mother without my knowledge.”

“…uh?”

After living with my dad for 7 years, our speaking style has become similar.

I’m following in my father’s footsteps.

After dropping me off at the entrance, my dad said hello to the young teacher and drove off.

I quickly looked around.

What is more urgent than anything is not my father who just left, nor the director, nor the young teacher who greeted me in front.

‘이재형 이 개새끼’

I found Park Ji-hoon and slowly approached him.

Jihoon flinched as if he had noticed me approaching. This guy must have always been foul-mouthed, and he didn’t seem to have been scolded by his parents.

“Brother, yesterday, it wasn’t too much.”

“Brother, brother, don’t do that in front of others. I’ll tear your mouth off.”

“…..”

“I can’t sleep because I’m scolded because of you, little bastard.”

Jihoon laughed, perhaps because he felt it was strange to see his pretty and delicate little body getting angry.

“…Smile?”

“Sigh!”

When I tilted my head with a straight face, Jihoon got scared and backed away.

“fun…?

He was a young teacher who saw Jihoon hanging out with me and thought he had reconciled.