I was chubby from being raised by my grandmother. Bundled up for the winter, I struggled to walk on my wobbly legs, stretching my arms out towards him.
In a moment of inattention, I fell to the ground. Although it wasn't serious, there was an abrasion on my palm. Before I could cry out, Dongyu's eyes turned red and he hugged me in a panic. For the first time in my life, I saw an expression other than gentleness and indifference on his face.
As I grew bigger, I ran a little more steadily and gradually became more sturdy. I played with the other children - we'd play hide-and-seek, catch crickets and do such things on a whim.
In those days, my favorite time of the day was night time.
At that time, we were young and uninhibited. Every night, my grandmother would bathe Dongyu. At that age, I had no idea what embarrassment was. I would crawl into the bathtub to be with him.
