𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐘 《𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐎𝐀》
☆This article is the author's imagination. In other words, it is not factual.
If you are uncomfortable, please go back.
¤I emphasize again that this article is false.
▪︎The copyright of this article belongs to Youth Moa.
There is a question I have been hearing since I was a little kid.
"Do you like summer or winter?"
I choose summer without hesitation
When asked why, he replies, "December is an annoying winter month."
December... That month is a month that makes me spend a useless month.
"Hey, are you awake?"
My mom opened the door to wake me up, but she had already made the bed.
As I was packing, I looked up and saw my mom.
"I have to wake up early. Mom asked me to take her to the airport."
I live in this house with my mom. My dad is the one who sent me to kindergarten.
From the age when I was a child, I disappeared. My mother went abroad to work and was in training.
But as I got older, I realized that my mother's words were lies, and when I reached my 20s,
I don't even care anymore.
Until a few years ago, I was filled with anger towards my father and when we met,
I thought I was going to get a lot of abuse.
Why did you abandon us and never show your face?
"I checked the weight of my luggage and it's cheap, right? Why did I pack so much?"
"Of course I checked the weight~ Let's go quickly! We'll be late."
I left the house dragging my mom's carrier, put the carrier in the car trunk, and looked up.
I see a security guard decorating a flower bed with a big smile.
"What's the big deal about Christmas that there's all this fuss about?
I was muttering to myself with annoyance, and then I saw my mother looking at me.
I got into the driver's seat as if nothing had happened.
The mother, who was sitting in the passenger seat, hesitated and then spoke.
"Do you still hate Christmas that much?"
"uh."
My mother sighed softly at my firm answer.
"My father ruined everything. My hopes and my wishes.
Christmas too."
The day my father left was December when I was six years old. He suddenly packed his bags and left.
Dad made a promise with his pinky.
On the morning of the 26th, Christmas, with Santa Claus
He said he would bring a present. But contrary to his promise, there was nothing under the tree.
It was empty. My father had not kept his promise.
The tree was so empty that it felt like a cold wind was blowing and Dad's empty seat.
It turned out that reality had given me something that was difficult to endure at a young age.
After that, as a teenager, I hated Christmas extremely.
When I was young, I pushed away, and when I was a teenager, I ran away.
As an adult, I am filled with distrust. What hope can I have if I am deceived by made-up stories?
I couldn't understand why they were deceiving the children by making them borrow money.
As if Mom had nothing more to say, only silence flowed in the car.
I was driving without saying anything when a car suddenly cut in, so I slammed on the brakes.
I was desperately trying to protect my mother with my arms as the car shook violently and I honked the horn in anger.
I banged my head. I was already swearing inside, but since it was in front of my mom, I just said it out loud.
Mr. Lee opened the window and said, "Mr. Lee."
"Excuse me!! If you have eyes, look to the side and change lanes, please?!"
The passenger window rolled down, and a man in a suit looked up.
He bows and apologizes. Unlike me, who was ready to fight at any moment, he apologizes right away.
Seeing him do that, my anger subsided a little.
"I'm sorry. Are you hurt anywhere?"
"Be careful! Always be alert when driving!"
"Enough with the polite apology," said Mom. "Stop it, lady.
"We're okay." I said as I rolled up the window, and the back seat of the other car
The man was a young man, wearing the same suit, but he gave off a different vibe.
Even though my face is clearly not visible through the tinted windows, the gaze is staring at me intently.
Tinting didn't seem to help.
"Is he like a rich man's knight?"
Now that I look at it, the other party's car was a luxury car that looked quite expensive.
It was described as a rich family car, as seen in dramas, with a driver in the driver's seat and a man in the back seat.
If that woman gets into an accident, she'll really have to sign a slave contract.
• • • • •
I sent my mom off and arrived home. It started snowing suddenly as I was parking.
It's getting thicker and thicker. But when I arrived, it was snowing.
Fortunately, I put the car cover on with a bang and locked the car door.
As we got on the elevator, there was an advertisement for a Christmas event on the attached billboard.
It's so bright it hurts my head. Red, green, gold, so gorgeous.
Those things that are an eyesore to me are intentionally kept tightly closed to make me uncomfortable.
Fix your gaze on the elevator door.
"I can't stay home for a month because of Christmas."
I'm a working person, so I have to go out. I might have to cut off my livelihood because of my inconvenience.
There wasn't any. Today, I had to eat something delicious without fail because the stress was building up.
I got out of the elevator with the door open, thinking that I needed to get rid of the stress.
I opened the front door and went inside, the lights off and the dark living room illuminated. Strangely,
I went inside in a hurry, wondering if the window in the living room, filled with cold air, might be open, as the cold winter wind was blowing in from somewhere.
The back door to the kitchen, which leads to the veranda, was wide open, and snowflakes were fluttering.
I was coming into the house.
"Ugh! Ah- Mom, if you were going to ventilate, you should have closed the window..."
Every time I took a step towards closing the veranda window, I grumbled
I sensed something strange. My brisk footsteps gradually slowed and then stopped.
Who is the person in front of me right now...?!
I almost screamed at the sudden intrusion of an outsider, but I covered my mouth with both hands.
I carefully took out the frying pan and hit the shoulder of the person who was lying motionless.
As soon as I showed my face, the strength in my hands and eyes that had been guarding me went away.
The identity of the person who is lying down now is my father who ran away when I was six years old.
Continued in the next episode