Third grade.

For now, the build-up is over.

Yesterday, I deliberately left my father’s wallet in the car and came up.

Since my dad was outside the room, I turned up the song loudly, as if trying to hide my crying, and started quickly inflating the balloon.

Because today is my dad’s birthday.

In order to pretend to be upset, I excluded all of my dad’s songs that I usually listen to from the list.

It feels like dying to blow up a balloon with your mouth alone, but my lungs are stronger than those of the average person, so I can easily digest this amount.

I don’t think I’ve ever properly celebrated my dad’s birthday, so I planned it with great determination, but this turned out to be harder than I thought.

As I am using a balloon to inflate a balloon shaped like the initials of my father’s name and at the same time blowing up another balloon with my mouth, I feel like I will have trouble breathing, but I don’t have much time.

All I did this morning was say happy birthday and make seaweed soup…

Since it is his birthday, the shock of his father, who does not know anything, may be even greater…

If I waited so long for no reason, I felt like my dad, who was crying in my mom’s room, would fall into depression.

“Wow… it’s so fucking hard…”

I gasped and hung up something like a banner in my room and the pictures I had drawn of my dad so far.

And the gift was a couple bracelet with my father and I’s initials on it, which I made after thinking about it for a while.

This is so damn expensive that you can’t even get it.

After I finished preparing the candles in the shape of a heart on the floor and decorating them with roses, I opened the door and looked into the living room to see that my father was not there.

“dad!”

The room was quiet, so I went upstairs and found that my father wasn’t there either.

I felt serious and was searching around the house to call my dad, when I heard my cell phone ringing. When I went to where the sound came from, I found only my cell phone ringing in my dad’s room.

“I’m tired.”

I called everywhere because my dad might be somewhere, but everyone said they didn’t know.

I urgently called Jinseok Lee.

“Uncle, Dad, are you there?!”

-“No? Why are you doing that?”

“I can’t see my dad… Do you know Deputy Director Kim Dong-hoon’s phone number? I was wondering if he left the apartment…”

-“Try calling, just wait a moment.”

“yes!”

Dad said he never left the apartment.

Was it because I was so absorbed in acting that I spoke too much to my father…

I went outside and checked the floor where the elevator was stopped.

Is there a party at the swimming pool on the 40th floor, or is there an elevator hanging on the 40th floor?

I went there and quickly looked around, but I couldn’t see my dad. I sighed and went up to the house, thinking that I was screwed, and the elevator opened.

“…Siyoon? What are you doing?”

My dad was holding a bag full of my favorite foods.

“…..”

“Siyun…ah?”

“…Do you know how much we found?”

“…I was wrong again… I’m sorry…”

“Ha…no, come in.”

Dad slowly entered the room, looking at me.

Still, it’s my dad’s birthday so I have to smile…

I chuckled, turned around, and pulled on my dad’s clothes.

“…uh?”

I gave my dad a kiss on the cheek, then grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into my room.

Fortunately, the candle hasn’t gone out yet.

“happy birthday.”

“Si-yoon…”

Dad’s eyes immediately turned red, as if something had made him cry.

“Really… I prepared it really quickly… but my dad disappeared.”

“Haha… sorry…”

“funny?!”

“no!”

I pointed to the pictures around me.

“This is the first thing I remember of my dad.”

The young father seen inside the incubator had a sad expression.

“And when I was flipping over, my dad kept telling me to flip over, but it was so hard that I thought I was going to die.”

I pointed to another picture.

“And the first time I called Dad.“

My father’s leaning face had a smile on his face that made him want to forget everything as he looked at me.

There was a father who was smiling like that, with no emotions other than happiness.

In the paintings that still had some time left, there were various expressions of my father that I could see from my perspective.

The expression on my face when I first touched the piano in kindergarten…

The expression my dad made when he first showed me a picture of my mom…

After I beat Jihoon and got scolded for the first time by my dad.

A crying expression as he looked at me lying in my room eating snacks alone.

When he was caught spending 600,000 won on Maple Leaf Game, his smiling face was filled with anger.

Pictures of my father are still vivid in my memory.

Dad sniffled and started crying, wiping away his tears and looking at the pictures one by one.

And last.

‘749’ was specially painted in oil painting.

-Dad’s expression right now.

There was a picture of my room and my father crying like a child.

And my dad was crying just as I had expected and pictured… just like that.

I handed the cake to my dad.

A cake printed with a photo of me and my dad together.

“Dad, there are so many tears…”

“Hahaha… sorry…”

“This is a gift.”

I put the bracelet on my dad’s wrist as he put the cake down for a moment.

Then I showed my arm, which was filled with the same bracelet.

“Ta-da, it’s a couple bracelet.”

Dad shed tears for a long time, touched my bracelet, and hugged me tightly.

When I lived as a strong person, I said something unfamiliar that I had never said to anyone before.

“love you…”

“Yes… Dad is more…”

After briefly appreciating the affection between father and daughter, my father and I took a photo.

Dad used the ingredients he had bought and cooked with bulging eyes.

I had been trying to clean the room, but my dad kept telling me to clean it up together, so I just sat at the table and waited for him.

“Wow… Siyoon, then was that a lie earlier?”

“Like what?”

“I was disappointed in my father earlier.”

“Is it true?”

“Oh sorry…”

“Aha, I’m only 10% sincere. I’m not disappointed. Everyone has a different perspective on money.”

“Then why not buy a sports car?”

“I want to ride it.”

“Then let’s buy it later when Siyoon grows up~”

Dad’s car was controversial.

Since I’ve been driving the same car for almost 17 years, I’ve heard various comments about why it’s so frugal or whether it’s a concept.

You might wonder who would make a lot of money like my dad and drive the same car for 17 years.

That car was a gift from my mom to my dad.

So… the people discussing that are all casting Tallulah.

So, if you buy a supercar, there is a strong possibility that it will become your car in the future.

Dad will fix that car, tune it, and keep driving it.

After finishing cooking, my father brought a candle from my room, placed it on the table, and lit it.

When we turned off the lights in the house, a table with a nice atmosphere was set up, and Dad brought out some wine.

“You know I can’t drink, right?”

“Don’t worry~ It’s non-alcoholic. Siyun used to drink it with her mom.”

I was relieved more than anything else that my mother, who drank the same amount of alcohol as me, ate it.

I cut the steak and ate it while enjoying the atmosphere with my dad, and he looked closely at the bracelet I had put on him.

When my father found out what brand it was, he was shocked and told me.

“…How did you get this?”

“I told Dayeon’s mom and made a reservation a year ago.”

“and…”

“I can’t wear this to school. Make me a storage cabinet for my accessories on the second floor.”

“Just use Mom’s…? There’s still some empty space…”

“Mom’s is too much.”

“Well… Siyun’s mom hated that storage cabinet too…”

After I finished eating, Dad went in to clean up my room.

And I looked again at the picture I drew.

“I’d like to make it into a book or picture book… but I’ll have to ask.”

My dad, who found me washing dishes, carefully put down the picture and quickly ran over to me.

“Daddy will do it!”

“Okay, I’ll do it, so show me the picture mom.”

“…huh.”

After quickly finishing the dishes, I went into my room to clean up, but everything was already in order.

When I went up to the second floor, it seemed like my father, who had been crying and pretending to be fine in front of me, was finally starting to clean up.

I quietly closed the door and went downstairs.

After my dad’s birthday party, the days were consistently normal and honest, and before I knew it, there were only 5 days left until my winter vacation when I turned 15.

I felt like I had completely stopped growing and started growing very slowly at 160cm.

Dayeon was 8cm taller than me.

Maybe Tae-oh is growing slowly, but he is only now starting to grow quickly.

What about Park Ji-hoon… As he eats a lot, he grows steadily and is 25cm taller than me.

And now, I was going through something that reminded me of elementary school.

In front of the auditorium where everyone was sitting, I slowly walked up to the auditorium.

Cheers echoed from all around me, and the first-year students who came this time also clapped as they were fascinated by my appearance.

“I said I wouldn’t be president?”

“”…..””

“To the kids cheering in front, I warned you to be quiet while I speak and not to vote for me.”

I brushed my hair, which was now down to my waist, and continued talking.

“Haa… Don’t pick me. I didn’t even apply, but there are 300 people who put my name in… Are you kidding me… There are less than 1,000 students in the whole school, and I’m not your friend, so don’t pick me.”

I came down from the auditorium, ran up to and kicked Park Jihoon, who was laughing in front of me.

And then I naturally sat down next to Park Ji-hoon, who was lying face down.

“”…..””

Voting is done via mobile phone and is displayed in real time on a huge screen.

‘It’s not Produce 101, it’s Obaya…’

There were 7 candidates… but 1st place maintained an overwhelming score difference.

Yes… haha… it’s me.

‘If it was going to be like this, was there a need to explain it like that in the auditorium?’

There are a total of 940 people, so why is 750 votes from me…

The former chairman, who was standing in front, looked puzzled and called me.

I sighed and slowly walked up to the auditorium.

And although the people filling the auditorium seemed ready to cheer, they had no intention of joining in.

“I don’t know what you want, but… don’t regret picking it.”

So, in middle school, the same thing that happened in elementary school was repeating itself.

“Siyuna…?”

“huh?”

“Chairman… um… congratulations?”

“Ha…thank you.”

My dad and I were in Ulleungdo to welcome the New Year with Dayeon’s family.

Why is it suddenly called Ulleungdo… Don’t ask me. I also came with the mindset of eating squid and sashimi…

Jinseok Lee hugged Seonhwa Kim while watching the rising sun, and Dad hugged me.

After enjoying the sunrise for a while, we sat down and started eating raw fish.

Kim Seon-hwa, Ga-yeon, and Dayeon don’t seem to like raw fish very much.

So, only four people, including Jeongyeon, were eating raw fish.

Looking at the Peach Blossom shrimp on the table, it was… I don’t know why the price was that high, but it was sweet.

Looking at the person next to me eating expensive fried shrimp, I feel sad that he doesn’t seem to know the true taste of shrimp.

Well, I can’t taste alcohol either… Well.

When I think about it, I think it’s better to never try a taste I don’t know for the rest of my life than to be forced to not eat a taste I know.

When I become an adult, I wish I could drink no more than one can of beer…

My mom passed out after drinking beer with a spoon… unlikely.

Perhaps it would be quicker to be reborn.