First Love

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A little six years old girl sneakily hid inside her mother's wardrobe in their room, she giggled in excitement as soon as she heard her mother's voice coming through the room and softly calling her name out.



"Where's my Wonyoungie?~" her mother called for her, the little girl laughed softly and covered her mouth using her tiny hands to control her laughs. "Youngie~ where's my baby girl?"



Little Wonyoung's eyes averted on the small box placed at the very corner that covered with her mother's white shirt. She took the box and found an old pictures on it, few cards are also present and a one white daisy that's laminated. Wonyoung found the flower amazing, the flower was already old but not quite withered, probably the one who gave this put something to make it stay for so long. Aside from the flower, Wonyoung's eyes caught the polaroid picture, there were two women on it, one is surely her mother, but the other woman is unknown to her.




And with Wonyoung's attention were on the picture, her mother opened the wardrobe that startled her at first. She looked at her mother with a smile and jumped into her after. "I found my little girl!" Her mother declared and lifted her properly, she placed a soft kiss on Wonyoung's forehead with her smile.



"What's mommy's wish?!" Wonyoung asked, before hiding from her mother, they made a deal that once she get caught, she'll behave the entire day and help her parents fix their stuffs since they just moved in earlier the morning. Her mother just ruffles her hair, "Just put your toys inside your room, okay? After that, you'll have your snacks."



Wonyoung giggled at her mother, she'll receive a treat after her little work. Her mother seem to recognize the picture she's holding so she asked her daughter about it. "Youngie, where'd you find this?" Wonyoung leaned away from her mother's face and showed her the picture. "This? I found it inside mommy's wardrobe. Do you know her?" She asked her mother about the next person beside her other mommy.




When the woman saw it, she smiled and nods her head at Wonyoung. It's like, a sad memory from the past back on her the moment her eyes landed on the special woman beside her wife. "She's your Auntie Yena. Or at least that's how I can tell." She replied and chuckled. Wonyoung's eyebrows furrowed in her reply. Then again, she looked back at the picture, tracing her mother's face to her curve lips that placed a tender smile. "Mommy looks so happy in this picture. She's so beautiful."



Minju smiled at her daughter's sentence. "She is. Both of them looks so happy together." She agreed and sat in their bed with Wonyoung sitting at her lap. "Can you tell me more about her? Mommy and auntie seems so close." Wonyoung asked and looked at her. Minju giggled and pinched her nose slightly.




"Why don't you just ask Mommy Chae yourself? I'm sure she'll answer you everything you wanted to know about her." Minju replied, she doesn't know what will Chaewon reply to that or could she even answer it but, she also knows, time will always come, and that Chaewon needs to open up that topic.




Not to just move on, but to recover.




"Okay! I'll just go downstairs to mommy!" Wonyoung said and kissed her mother's cheeks before going out of the room. Minju was left there, left hanging with her emotions. She went to the closet and took the box out before sitting again in their bed.





"It's already been 10 years...thank you for everything, Yena." Minju uttered while looking at the very last letter Yena gave to Chaewon.





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Chaewon was startled when Wonyoung suddenly showed up in front of her while she's arranging the boxes in their front yard. Her shocked face was immediately replaced by a loving stare once she saw her daughter smiling brightly at her while shaking a piece of paper. Chaewon set aside the boxes she were holding and knelt down matching Wonyoung's height. "What is it baby? Do you need a help or something?" She asked her after giving Wonyoung a pat on her head.






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