"It's okay. Go on."
I said steadfastly, "I live in a simple family. As I recall, my father was just an ordinary office employee and my mother worked in a small restaurant. After the accident happened, my mother died and my father left me a week later. At that time, I was five years old, so my grandma took me to Sokcho and took care of me."
I smiled weakly. Recalling those memories seemed to open up old wounds. I said, "It's different from you who can live with your parents from the start so you could feel their love. You've also lived a luxurious life from the start, so I guess you lived well with them. Even though your father always demanded you to follow the rules in your family, you should still be grateful because you still have a parent."
