"From now on, I'll come here every day to supervise your meals. And..."
Listening to Yigol Foster's nagging, Forsythia Brown was speechless at first, but later deeply touched. She stared at the man tidying up her fridge.
After organizing her fridge, Yigol Foster closed the door and saw Forsythia Brown staring at him. He asked, "What's wrong? Are you crying over these packs of instant noodles and cold dishes?"
Forsythia Brown ran up to Yigol Foster, hugged him and said, "It feels so good to have a brother like you."
Yigol Foster was quite moved and patted her head, saying, "Have I ever told you that I actually had a sister?"
"Hmm?"
Yigol Foster was from Lake City. His father passed away early, and he lived in a slum with his sister and mother, struggling to make ends meet each day. Once, his sister fell ill, and their mother took her to the hospital. During the ride back home, the exhausted mother dozed off briefly, and when she woke up, her daughter had disappeared.
