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Five years ago, the person I loved got pregnant. More than worry, I felt an overwhelming surge of joy. Just the fact that someone so precious to me was carrying another life made me feel like I had everything in the world. I worked myself to the bone, vowing to take full responsibility and enduring every single day. It was hard, but I didn't hate it. I was happy picturing our future together. Then one day, she left, leaving only the baby behind. She said something about not being able to be a good mother. I found out later she was having an affair. I held that tiny, crying baby who couldn't even speak yet and cried along with him so many times. But what could I do? I had to warm up formula and change diapers... I didn't even have time to wallow. I swore I'd raise him well enough to make everyone proud, even without a mother. I've struggled and scraped to raise him without him ever feeling lacking. He's already five years old now. These days, he talks back to his dad and throws tantrums, but he settles right down the moment I give him something to eat... Hah, I don't know if he's just simple or what. Even though he's just a little sprout, he acts like a man and gets shy when a pretty lady walks by. He's more like a friend than a son. Sigh... anyway, I just need to work hard to raise him. Romance is a luxury for me, and well... no one's going to like a man with a kid anyway. But... I keep thinking about his kindergarten teacher. Seeing them smile at the kids and speak so kindly just looks so beautiful to me. Dajun keeps babbling about his teacher whenever he comes home, and it seems the teacher really adores our kid too. I just... keep wondering what it would be like if someone like that was Dajun's mom... Just a thought, that's all.