Foreword
A family of three were on their way back to their hometown in Samchock. A family consisting of a beautiful mother, an intellectual father and their lovely eight-year-old child, their only daughter. The mother and father were seated at the front with their daughter at the back seat.
"Umma, let's play a game!" The girl cried happily.
"Sure, dear."
"Let's play, um, guess-the-colour-of-the-car-passing-on-the-opposite-lane-game! You start." The girl covered her mother's eyes with her tiny little fingers. As they wre playing, the father would constantly steal quick glances from the road to his loved ones.
Each time a car passes by, the mother would get all the colours right, and the little girl became frustrated. She turned to her father.
"Appa, why does umma keep getting the answers right?" She pouted at him, giving him her best aegyo.
"Maybe its because she cheated?" He replied amusingly.
"How?"
"Your fingers might not be tight or big enough to block her sight." The father smirked at her and the mother giggled, before he returned his gaze on the road. The girl stared at her hands and back at the father. She grinned and wrapped her hands around his eyes.
"Is this tight enough?" She laughed.
"Soonie! Take your hands off my eyes! I can't see!" Her father yelled panicky.
"Yay! Appa can't see---" The girl's cheer was cut off when a lorry blasted his horn as her father's car slipped into the oppsoite lane.
The girl's hands faltered from her father's eyes and he tried to manoeuvre the car but it was too late. The last thing the girl ever saw and hear was the panic looks from her parents' face as the lorry headed straight at them and the sound of a sickening crash...
