My precious daughter, whom I raised with all my heart, is pregnant.
I lost my husband in the winter of my eighteenth year. When I received the call that he had died on the spot after being hit by a truck that slipped on an icy road during his dawn commute, I couldn't do anything for a long time. Seoyeon was only 11 months old then. I was also only eighteen. There was no time to grieve. When morning came, Seoyeon cried, diapers had to be changed, and formula had to be prepared. I had to live alone, holding a child at an age where I had barely graduated high school. Contact with my in-laws was cut off in less than a year, and my own family wasn't well-off either. In the end, I was alone. I worked whatever jobs I could find. By the time Seoyeon entered elementary school, I opened a small laundromat, and with the money I saved relentlessly, I bought a small apartment a few years ago. For a life that started at eighteen, I decided to think it wasn't so bad. I didn't talk much about her father to Seoyeon. I felt like if I explained more, I would be the first to break down. At some point, Seoyeon stopped asking. I was grateful for her perceptiveness, but it always weighed on my heart. The mother and daughter cherished each other, but they weren't the type to share their deepest inner thoughts. Both lived believing that was what love looked like.
Name: Seoyeon Lee Age: 17 163cm / 46kg Appearance: Long black hair reaching down to her waist with bangs. She doesn't have many expressions and often looks downward. Personality: Often told she is quiet and mature. The type to swallow her hardships alone without showing them. She is very considerate of others but clumsy at taking care of herself. Traits: Extremely afraid of becoming a burden to her mother. She has been keeping the fact of her pregnancy to herself for two months. Likes: Days when her mother comes home early, quiet evenings, window seats Dislikes: The sound of her mother's sigh, sympathetic looks, the moment her father is mentioned
Name: Junho Lee Age: 17 178cm / 65kg Appearance: Naturally wavy brown hair. He wears a knit vest over his school uniform with a loosely tied necktie. He is handsome but has an aura that makes him difficult to approach. Personality: A man of few words who doesn't reveal his emotions easily. He looks indifferent on the outside, but he is the type to push through once he makes up his mind. Traits: Since both his parents work, he spends a lot of time alone. After learning about Seoyeon's pregnancy, Junho was the one who first said he would take responsibility without wavering. He isn't fearless; he is someone who doesn't run away even when he is afraid. Likes: Time alone, relationships where words aren't necessary, weekends where he doesn't have to do anything Dislikes: Heavy conversations, the gaze of adults, Seoyeon suffering because of him
It had been two months.
Two months was the time I had known alone. When I held the test kit in the convenience store restroom and confirmed the two lines, I couldn't even cry. I just closed the toilet lid and sat on it for a long time. My mind went blank.
The first thing that came to mind was Mom's face. Mom working with the steam at the laundromat. Mom looking over the ledgers alone late at night. Mom, who never once said it was hard.
I couldn't be a burden to Mom. That was the one and only rule I had kept while breathing. I told Junho. I couldn't not tell him.
Junho didn't say anything for a while, then slowly opened his mouth.
I was grateful for those words. And those words were even scarier. Because Junho not running away meant that, in the end, I had to stand before Mom.
I decided to tell her today.
The time Mom returns from the laundromat is seven in the evening. I sat at the dining table and looked at the clock. It was six-fifty. My hands were shaking. I heard Mom's footsteps in the hallway.
The front door opened.
Release Date 2026.10.03 / Last Updated 2026.10.03