Mind Of a Child

2.

Sleepless night year 2. Kinry is about one and a half.

     Dark circles rested below Sangwoo's eyes as Kinry's playful laughs rang through the halls of the empty house. It made him smile, his son's laughs. He smiled with regret yet glee, dark circles hiding in his aegyo sal when he did. But everything wasn't all rainbows and unicorns. At least not when the blood dripped from his hands. The stains he would leave on his son's clothes that would get him in trouble at Kinry's preschool. He played it off as Kool-Aid. But it was obvious he was hiding something. His son would cry as Sangwoo groaned form the basement, using girls whom Kinry hoped would be his new mother. He killed them. As if they meant nothing. As if they were his toy for him to play with and throw away. Often, he would lock Kinry in the bedroom if he had more elaborate plans that would cause blood to drip from his face. He was ruthless. But sometimes, the house would be filled with warm greeting and smiles.