Try Begging

Episode 172

What sin did you commit that made me do such a terrible thing?

I regret those immature times when I hated and burdened you, an innocent person.

A phrase from a letter my mother left behind kept lingering in my head. It sounded like my mother scolding me not to do something I would regret.

I'm not shameless enough to tell you that I love you.

The mother could only say that she loved her daughter if she had to accuse her of being shameless. She had already repeated her mother's fate, but she did not want to repeat the fate of not being able to proudly tell her daughter that she loved her.

The taxi pulled into the townhouse district. Soon the buildings of Winston Street came into view in the distance. There were lights here and there in the windows.

If it's not too late, I wish you would just stay there.

As soon as the taxi stopped, Grace threw her money down and ran outside.

Baby, please stay there.

As she ran around the fence and toward the back door, Grace repeated the same words in a choked voice, her heart threatening to burst out of her mouth.

"Black...."

The moment Grace turned the corner and saw the awning of a black baby carriage beyond the low shrubbery, she burst into a fit of laughter.

There is. There is still.

There was no one in the backyard. Judging from the milk basket still in front of the door, no one had come out yet. Grace threw her bag over the fence and ran inside.

"My daughter... ."

The shade was pulled back. Grace couldn't stand it any longer when she saw the sleeping baby angel.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry, Mommy."

Before it was too late, I admitted with my own mouth that I was this child's mother. Only then did the burden that had been weighing on her for so long disappear with absurd ease.

"Eeeek-."

The child woke up to the sudden noise. The child, who had been yawning with his fists clenched and his hands stretched out, smiled brightly as if he had never complained before when he met his mother's eyes. Grace also smiled brightly, and the tears that had filled her eyes fell down.

Only then did Grace see herself in her daughter. She had always had an infinite and absolute affection for her mother. She saw that in a child who was only six months old. When she was young, whenever she received her mother's affection, she would feel as if Christmas had come. This child, who smiled like the happiest person in the world just because her mother was in front of her, must feel the same way.

You look like me.

He whispered, kissing the child's cheek.

Grace dragged the stroller out of the fence, put the luggage she had thrown on the shelf, and pushed the stroller down the alley, asking me again.

So what is my life?

Grace gave her daughter a chewing gum from her pocket as she began to suck her thumb, and she decided the correct answer for herself.

If I'm going to live doing what I want to do, then baby, I want to live with you.

The path given to this child was not three but four. Grace, who had initially turned away from the path, eventually chose it and walked along the path of dawn with her daughter.

Early in the morning, the center of the royal capital was deserted. A sedan sped along the empty road, passing the magnificent parliament building and heading towards the townhouses.