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The thirty-first of August, 2016 2:22 PM, Wednesday.
The room reeks of sadness.
Jisung is sitting on the bed, beside me, taking down the framed photos from the wall while I tell him the stories.
It's sensitive, hard to talk about, but since he's my boyfriend for almost one week he deserves to know more about my past.
"Ah, here we were in Jeju. I remember the hotel had a lot of cats. It was heaven." I point to a photo of me lying on my stomach as my mother put sunscreen on my back.
He hums, taking the memory and gently placing it in the box, on some towels.
"And this was taken in my grandparent's town, where we'll sleep."
It's a picture that was taken when I was about eight years old. I was alone in the photo, my thumbs up. Backside me stood a beautiful garden locked behind some rusty, black gates.
On the right side, trapped by the gates, there were maybe three or four rows with at least twenty apple trees on each. I remember the amazement I felt as I passed by that garden.
It led to a house, which was maybe two hundred meters away from the main road.
But with my good eyes, I was able to spot it. It's not visible in the picture, though.
Jisung stops, studying the paper for quite a long time.
"I was chubby, I know."
"Cute." he manages to mumble, hardly letting go of it. "what about this?" his index finger points to a simple one this time.
"I don't remember."
For a second he hums, analyzing it, and then puts it away.
"You looked adorable there."
"Mhm." I mumble, taking the last one— which is a baby picture of mine; I was only two weeks old— and almost throw it.
My goal is the money bucks that were put safely by my mother before her death.
I get off the bed and go through her closet, being met with dust and spiderwebs covering her clothes. I bite my lip, heartbroken at the sight.
She told me she kept all our money in a security safe in the bottom compartment of the wardrobe, hidden by a few dresses hung on a hanger.
Sensing the tension, my boyfriend comes from behind and crouches down to hug me.
His hands wrap around my waist and he peeks over my shoulder at the code.
