School. Family. . . . . . .

Grades. Discrimination. . . . . . .

Friends. Livelihood.

I couldn't do a single thing right.

I lived forgetting even my own health

while swallowing loneliness alone in the closet all night.

Like successful celebrities, like the popular kids at school,

what makes those people so different from me

that I'm constantly compared to them?

Even the family living in the same house,

even the people around who know me.

No one has any interest in me.

Because I gave up on studying—because I'm stupid.

The one who made me forget that sadness was you,

my beloved Nemo.

Looking at you allowed me to escape the bitter reality.

Even if just for a moment..

My Nemo, whom I miss so much, I hope you meet a better owner in your next life... Thank you, and I'm so sorry.

Exactly 15 years have passed since Nemo left.

So, I am now 30 years old.

During that time, I served faithfully as the class president,

studied hard in my own way, and achieved satisfying grades.

I also got a job at the company I wanted.

I met someone I love and started a family.

And,

Finally, a little angel has come to us.

After carrying them for ten months, I finally see my baby's face.

My husband said to me,

"Honey, what should we name our little one?"

"...How about Nemo? Jung Nemo."