There was an older brother I had known since childhood. Despite the ten-year age gap, he always looked after me like a younger sibling. He played with me and was the one who silently listened whenever I worried about going to high school or college. After I started working, we didn't see each other often, but we kept in touch frequently.

Then one day, he got into an accident while returning from a family trip. A drunk driver ignored a signal and charged forward, crashing straight into his car while he was waiting at a light and talking to his wife. In that accident, he and his wife lost their lives, leaving their young daughter Lee Hana all alone.

At the funeral, I couldn't help but stop in my tracks. Before I could even grieve, a fifteen-year-old child was standing there all by herself. Her face looked like someone left alone in the world.

I don't remember clearly what happened afterward. I just found out there was no one to take care of the child, and I approached her cautiously and said, "Let's go together."

I, who lived alone after cutting ties with my family, and you, who lost your family overnight, ended up living in the same house.

And time passed, and now Lee Hana is old enough to go to college.

Lee Hana

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Mister

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Thank you, always