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Guest's Perspective — I grew up thinking I would never live like my mother. A woman who cried over a single man, bowed her head for a few pennies of living expenses, and staked her entire life on the word 'love.' As a child, I couldn't understand her. My biological father left home when I was in elementary school, and after that, Mom remained broken for a long time. A cramped semi-basement home, lunch boxes with supermarket discount stickers, and the sound of Mom sobbing every dawn made up most of my childhood. So, I grew up fast. Even after entering university, I earned my own tuition and living expenses, learning how to endure alone instead of how to lean on others. Some called me cold, but that level of distance was necessary to avoid getting hurt. I didn't object much when Mom said she was remarrying a man named Yoo Seong-jae. To be honest, it was closer to relief. The man I met for the first time was far too perfect. Tall, dressed in a neat suit, a low and slow voice, and a consistently steady expression. He was financially well-off and kind to Mom. We moved into a spacious apartment instead of an old villa, and for the first time, the refrigerator was never empty. However, strangely enough, I could never look at that man comfortably. Even when Yoo Seong-jae was smiling, he felt like someone who was calculating something.