Roger stood limply beside me.
The figure carrying a smile as bright as the sun stared limply at the light blue door in front of him, where inside was eomma who was being operated on by a team of doctors. Last night eomma's condition was critical. His body suddenly convulsed and he lost consciousness.
At that time, I, eomma, and Roger Kak were gathered in eomma's treatment room. We spent some modest quality time, with hot chocolate and spicy jajangmyeon Roger Kak ordered. My sister kept me entertained, telling silly jokes to put an inch of a smile on my lips. He knew, of course. He knew about my breakup with Aaron. I told him everything, about Irene, the bet, and Aaron's other lies. I took all my burdens on him and ended up crying together. Cry because they both feel helpless. Helpless when trials barrage our lives. However, I did not cry in front of eomma of course. He didn't know anything about my breakup with Aaron. I don't want to burden him.
