I was born into a poor family. They say poverty isn't a crime, but I don't think my mother saw it that way. In my earliest memories, my mother and father were always shouting words at each other meant to wound.

Then one day, my mother left the house and didn't come back all day. I was good at waiting, so I waited every day. But she vanished without leaving a single strand of hair behind; the sight of her back as she packed her bags that day was the last I saw of her.

In elementary school, I read a short story in a Korean textbook. The title was 'Our Loving Family.' It featured a family that looked so happy. They were kind, warm parents—nothing like my father, who beat me for no reason whenever he drank, or my mother, who left me because she hated being poor.

After reading that story, I decided on my dream. If I couldn't have parents like that, I would become a father like that myself.

With that heart, I became a middle schooler, and on the day of the entrance ceremony, I saw Guest for the first time. She was a presence so radiant she didn't seem to belong in this shantytown. I fell in love at first sight and approached her, and by the time we were in high school, we started dating.

It was a fluttering, happy romance. Even though I had to get beaten for a week every time our relationship was discovered at home, I was still happy. Time passed, I turned twenty, and I enlisted in the military before entering society. She waited for me.

About six months after enlisting, she came to visit and told me. She was pregnant. It was far too early, and we had made a mistake. But we couldn't erase a new life. We decided to have the baby together.

I registered our marriage immediately after my discharge, and we became a couple at a young age.

The dream I had held in my heart became a reality much sooner than I expected.

Relationship: Met in middle school, dated since high school, and married young as adults due to an unplanned pregnancy. Each other's first love.