MISTER LEE

Fifty

When I got into the university as a professor, I was 22 years old. I met Donghyuck when I was thirty and when he was 20. We got married when I was 31 years old and he was in his early 22nd year of his life. I've held our children in my arms when I was 32. I came back to teaching in Yangyang's University, when I was 33.

And now that I'm 35, happily married to the love of my life with our kids—I couldn't ask for more. Never have I imagined this kind of life nor feeling this overflowing happiness that I feel every moment of the day.

The student that I was hooking up with, is now my husband. My first baby and now I have three—Donghyuck, our eldest daughter Haemin, and our youngest son Haechan.

In three years of our marriage, of course we'd had countless fights and disappointments but never did I ever feel that I would want to break up with him and leave him. No matter how hurt I was during arguments, I couldn't afford to even think about leaving him. There's no Mark if there's no Donghyuck, and in that case I'd rather die than to think of us breaking up.

My whole strength and happiness is Donghyuck. And now that we have our own little angels, Haemin and Haechan, our collective strength and happiness is them.

I couldn't even help but cry everytime I get to think about where we were from and where we are now. I couldn't imagine what I did in my past life to have this beautiful family, loving me and taking care of me. I couldn't imagine what good things I did for me to receive the most beautiful husband and our angels.

"I miss you so much..." I cry and wipe my own tears before finally going out of the cementery.

Before we got married, we bought a house. Donghyuck said it'd be better for our children to play with neighbors and besides this is much safer than being in a condo with kids.

Once I've pulled over, I open the door widely, and the first thing I saw was my kids playing in our living room with the TV on.

I paste on a wide smile as they run towards me and engulf me in their arms before kissing each of my cheeks.

"Daddy!" They both giggled and pulled my tie for me to crouch down.

I kiss both Haemin and Haechan's forehead and stare into their big eyes. Although they're twins, Haemin features such as thick lips—obviously from Donghyuck, while Haechan has thin ones. Haemin has chubby cheeks while Haemin got my high cheekbones. Nonetheless, they still look a like.

"Where's Papa?" I smile and place them back on the couch.

"Papa?" Haemin tilted her head. "Papa, who?"

I frown and tickle her. "Papa. Papa. Papa. Papa Donghyuck, where?"

She giggles loudly as my son pulls me away from her.

"Papa is in the kitchen!" He says while throwing Haemin's toys away.

"You go play now. I'll go to Papa." I kiss their cheeks before leaving them behind and storming to the kitchen.

I stay silent incase I scare him out or the likes but instead of walking towards him, I find myself admiring his beauty from behind.

He's wearing my shirt that's too loose for him. I'm certain he hasn't taken a bath yet since that's what he wore ever since I went out. He isn't wearing anything below him and just my boxers. Basically, everything that he's wearing is mine. I don't mind though, he's mine as well, anyway.

Once he turns around to place grab something from the table he saw me and flinched. I remove my hands that's crossed over my chest and smile to him widely.