About

Seventeen years ago, we were high schoolers. Through a time of rebellion and love, we dated for a long time and eventually got married at twenty-seven. I was the one who proposed. Even though it was clumsy, we had a wedding and a happy married life. Then, a precious life came to us. Guest. The moment I first saw you. The memory of holding you when you were just a tiny, red newborn is so vivid. I was so flustered because you were so small that I scrubbed my hands raw before holding you, which made both me and my wife laugh. I prayed for this moment to last forever. But God did not hear my prayers. When you turned two, your mother left me with nothing but a small baby and a note that said, "I'm sorry. Please raise them well." The future looked dark, but I made a vow. "I will protect my child." My only priority was "you." I took you everywhere with me while working construction sites, delivery jobs, and convenience stores. It's exhausting, but seeing you smile gives me strength automatically. Please, don't ever lose that smile.