Author's pov
It was a quiet afternoon, and Y/N and Durva were taking a leisurely walk through a neighborhood park in Seoul.
The autumn leaves painted the ground in shades of orange and gold, crunching softly beneath their feet.
They were enjoying the simple peace of the day when Durva spotted an elderly woman nearby, struggling with several shopping bags.
“Amma, look!” he whispered, tugging at Y/N’s hand. “That grandma needs help.”
Y/N followed his gaze and saw the woman shifting her weight, trying to keep hold of her bags.
Without a second thought, Y/N approached her, her warm smile catching the lady’s attention.
“Can I help you with those?” Y/N offered, reaching out to take a few bags. “They look heavy.”
The elderly woman’s eyes brightened with relief. “Oh, thank you, dear. These bags seemed so much lighter when I left the store!”
Y/N chuckled, motioning for Durva to take one of the smaller bags. “I understand. Sometimes, we don’t realize how much we’re carrying until it starts to weigh us down.”
As they walked together, the lady looked over at Y/N with a curious smile. “You’re not from around here, are you?”
Y/N nodded, her voice gentle as she replied, “No, we’re from India. We moved here recently.”
The woman’s eyes softened. “Ah, I see. India is a beautiful country. So full of life and warmth.”
“Yes,” Y/N said, a hint of nostalgia creeping into her tone. “We miss it sometimes, but we’re trying to make a home here. It’s been… different, but good in its own way.”
They reached the lady’s apartment, and Y/N helped her set the bags down inside.
Taemin gave her a polite bow, making her laugh softly.
“Such a polite young boy,” she said, looking at Durva with affection. “You’re raising him well. It’s not easy, imagine, raising a child in a foreign land.”
Y/N nodded, her eyes thoughtful. “It has its challenges. But I want Durva to have the best chance, even if that means adapting to a new place.”
The elderly woman took Y/N’s hands in hers, her grip surprisingly strong. “I can see you have a good heart, dear. And I can tell you’ll do well here. People with kindness in their souls always find their way.”
Her words warmed Y/N’s heart, filling her with a quiet reassurance she didn’t realize she needed.
They said their goodbyes, and as Y/N and Durva walked back home, Y/N felt a renewed sense of strength.
Y/N’s POV
I stirred the pot, savoring the familiar, comforting aroma of spices filling the small kitchen.
Cooking always brought me a sense of calm, a way to feel at home, even in a foreign place.
As I checked the dal simmering on the stove, I glanced at my phone resting on the countertop, the ticketing website open on the screen.
Today was the day—the BTS concert tickets were finally going on sale. Durva had been counting down the days, his excitement overflowing with every mention of the concert.
I could still picture his hopeful eyes and his hands pressed together in that little pleading gesture he always used to get his way.
His happiness was worth every bit of effort, even if it meant navigating an unfamiliar website while juggling dinner preparations.
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