Can I borrow your pencil?

Goodbye home...

Jimin, I already told you a week ago that we're leaving this place, son. What's wrong? Why do you keep ignoring me when I told you what was going to happen? - he said, seeing his son desperately searching for something - Jimin, what's wrong? Why do you insist on staying...? Come on, son, let's start over. I-

"What, Mom? It's always the same. We move every year. Why?" he said, looking at his mother with frustration. Sadness? He didn't even know what it was. "That's enough, Mom. I can't have friends because of this. I can't be myself. And now that I've finally found one, you just take him away from me? No, Mom, please leave me alone..." he stammered, not knowing what he was saying. "Mm, Mom... I... I can make my own way here. I can study on my own..."

"What's wrong, son? You're still my baby," she said, hugging her son.

Mom... I'm not a baby anymore, I can take care of myself... I... just don't take me away from my friend.

"Jimin, it's okay. I promise this will be the last time we move," she said, still seeing that her son was discouraged, but at least he no longer looked frustrated, something that filled his mother with hope, so she deigned to say, "Besides, you can give your friend the address so he can come visit us from time to time. After all, the trip will be less than an hour... I don't think your friend will mind that."

"Seriously, Mom? Are you serious? This will be our last home and Tae will be able to visit us!" she said, jumping up and down.

Hahaha, yes, my son is already engaged.