Chapter 5

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"Unni?" Bomi ask softly "Are you still awake?"

Despite being awake,Taeyeon didn't answer.She hate it.She hate her! SHE HATE THEM!

"I know you're awake.I can't sleep unni~ let's have a talk." Bomi sat up and turn on the small lamp placed on her table.

"If you can't fall asleep,at least let other people sleep." Taeyeon said,covering her face with the blanket.

"Unni....sorry.I di-"

Taeyeon sat up,anger written all over her face "Why are you so rude?! Is that what those farmers teach you while you were growing up?" She questioned,referring to Bomi's adoptive parents "Well,that's expected.Those farmers know nothing.Such a peasant." She laugh sarcastically "If you can't sleep,get out of here and never come back.Stop bothe-"

Bomi's P.O.V
My hand just flew on her cheeks as tears filled my eyes "D-Don't say those things to my parents....If I'm like a peasant then what have you become unni? Can't you just be thankful cause they took care of me? If not then I-"

"I don't need those words." Her voice was strangely calm now.

I-I just don't get her.Does she think it was easy for me? I'm having a hard time too.My adoptive parents don't have a choice but to bring me back here to provide a good future for me...this isn't all that I want.

I sigh and stand up "Sorry..." I mumble and went out of our room.I walk through the hallway and finally found where my umma's room is.

"Oh! Bomi-yah~ why are you still awake?" She sat up and patted the space on her left side.

I sat next to her and lay my head in her shoulder "Am I bothering you umma? Appa is already sleeping." I stated,looking at Appa who's sleeping peacefully on her right side.

She kiss my forehead and said "You're not a bother at all.Besides,umma can't fall asleep despite the very soft bed I'm laying on."

"Me too." I let out a big sigh "When are we going back to the province? I miss Umji and Shantel already."

I sat up properly as umma shook her head "Didn't we talk about this already? From now on,this is your family Bomi."

I shook my head and force a smile "No.I'm Yoon Bomi not Kim Bomi." I hold her rough hand that work so hard to earn money to raise us "I don't want it here umma.Just bring me home with you,huh?"

"Bomi," she started with teary eyes "We want you to have a good future and you know me and your Appa can't provide that.We can just visit you,ok?"

I shook my head more "No umma.To me,a good future is with you family.If I can't go to college then I can work as a farmer like you and dad.Um-"

"Bomi-ah~ this is your family.Your real family." She said,caressing my cheeks "Do this for me and your Appa.Make us proud...."

I wipe my tears and smile at umma "Arraseo~ I'll make you and Appa the world's most proudest parents.So you can talk to others about me proudly."

Family? We may not have it all but together we have it all.That's what I learned as I grow up in a poor family.It wasn't suffering but it's a blessing.

I'll make them proud.Proud that they found me....
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"Why aren't you eating dear?" Mrs.Kim ask,looking worriedly at Bomi who's just staring at her food.

"I miss my parents..." She uttered sadly.

Minseok patted her shoulder "You'll get use to us.We are your family too,right?"

Bomi nodded her head with a small smile "Thank you oppa."

"For what?"

"Fo-"

"I'm leaving." Taeyeon announce,standing up and grabbing her bag from the floor before heading to the door.

"Unni! Wait! Let's go together.Bye mom~ Bye dad and oppa~" Bomi quickly stuff some bread in her mouth and ran after her sister.

"Take care of Bomi,Taeyeon!" Mrs.Kim yell after her two daughter.

"Guide her Taeyeon-noona!" Minseok reminds his sister.

Taeyeon's P.O.V
Bomi this Bomi that! Take care of her! Guide her! What am I? Some kind of a maid?!

"Unni! Wait for me!" She yell then grab my back pack.

I took a deep sigh and face her with a glare "Don't tell anyone about this.I don't know you,you don't know me." I said with a hint of warning "Don't get in my way or I'll punish you." I slightly push her shoulder and enter the car.

She also went in and sat next to me but before the driver could I drive,I gave him a reminder.

"Drop Bomi somewhere near school.I don't want people to see me with some..." I look at her from head to toe "With some peasant like her."

"Un-"

"Stop it with the unni.We are not close.Not at all." I said then plug my ear phones on.I can hear her mumbling but I don't understand and I don't care to listen to her.

I watch as we pass by the busy street and as we got closer to the school I told the driver to stop the car.

"Get out." I said without looking at her.

"But un---But Taeyeon-ssi...I don't know the way to school." Bomi said but I don't care.

"Get out while I'm asking you calmly."

With that,she obediently hop out of the car.

"Go." I told the driver and he obey hesitantly "Don't you tell mom,dad or even Minseok about this if you don't want to lose your job."

"I understand how you feel ma'am bu-"

"No you don't understand ahjusshi." I cut him off "And you would never understand.You witness it yourself.You witness how my family live like dead people for all those years that she's gone.How can I just accept her?"

"I know you're a good person ma'am.Just open your heart and have empathy to your little sister."

I didn't answer him anymore and just stare outside.

I don't know...My feelings are unexplainable....

Bomi's P.O.V
I look around and luckily,there's some student passing by with the same uniform as mine.

I walk towards a bunch of girls "Uhm...do-" before I can even finish my sentence,they walk past me,completely ignoring my presence.

I sat on a rock with my head hanging low.10 more minutes.I'll be late on my first day o-

"Are you ok miss?" I look up a bit and saw a hand,holding out a tissue for me.I raise my head more and saw a familiar boy.

"You!" We both say at the same time and chuckle.

"We met again." He said,putting the tissue inside his pocket "I thought you were crying."

I stand up and smile "Aniyo.I'm just thinking and--oh! We have the same uniform." I said in amazement "You're...uhm---"

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