This is Us* Vol 1*

*Sehun*

I quickly hopped out of the bus as it reached my stop. I stuffed my phone in my back pocket and swung my backpack to my side to place my earbuds in there. As I took a glance at my watch I decided to run, I couldn't be late. I was always right on time, if I was even a second late the rant would not end. 

When I reached the gates I took a big gasp of air and fanned my face. "Hey Sehun-ah," said a lady as she passed me and I smiled and waved. When a faint bell sound went off my head snapped up to the door she usually would come out from. When I saw her I felt my smile grow and I did a wave, when she finally noticed she ran towards me and I knelt down. "Ara!" I say as I spread my arms and she runs into them and giggles, "Daddy," she says and wraps her little arms around my neck. I stand up and carry her in my arms as I turn around to leave the Elementary school, "I drew a new picture," she says and then she waves to her friends and teachers as we continue out the front gates. "Did you learn anything new?" I asked her and she tapped her chin and then shook her head, "How was work?" she asked me and I exhaled deeply. "I want a nap," I tell her with a small smile and she nods her head in agreement. "I'm hungry," she tells me and I set her down on the ground, "I'll cook something when we get home, ok?" I ask her and she nods with a smile as we make our way to the bus stop. 

The trip home was perusal, Ara fell asleep on me and then when I had to awake her she wasn't having it. What could I expect from a 1st grader, "Excuse me," I heard someone say and most likely a woman. I turned around with my sleeping daughter in my arms and she held out her hand, "This fell off her backpack!" she says and I as I switch Ara onto one arm I take the button of a cartoon she watches, unhealthy too much of, and bow. When I turn back around she calls out to me again, "E-excuse me," she says and I sigh as I turn back around. "Yes?" I question her and she fiddles with her bag and then looks up to me, "Is..are you her brother?" she asks me with hope in her eyes that I don't say the little girl in my arms is my child. 

"No, she is my daughter. Was that all you had to ask?" I say a little too harshly that her cheeks grow scarlet and she nods her head before mumbling an apology and scurrying away. Right as I turn around to continue mine and Ara's walk home she pops up straight and wide awake, "Hey!" I say and she looks at me with her arms crossed. She stairs at me with her eyebrows furrowed and her arms crossed, I try and pay attention on the side walk but I couldn't with my 6 year-old giving me a death glare. "What Ara?" I say and she just puts her head back on my shoulder but I can't sense she isn't asleep. 

When we reach our little apartment I set her down and unlock our door, as I slip my shoes off Ara quickly darts to her pink table and commences the tea party she so sadly had to leave this morning. I chuckle and make my way to my room when I hear the little feet patter, "Daddy!" she says and I turn around and look down to her. "Ara!" I say back with a semi-similar tone, "Why do girls keep asking if your my brother?" she says with her big brown eyes. I sigh and shrug my shoulders, "I don't know. Maybe because I am so handsome?" I say and smile and she crosses her arms but soon she walks and hugs my leg. "Ara, whats wrong?" I ask her and I can hear the little sniffles. I quickly pull her from my leg and into my arms, "Do they not want you to be my daddy?" she ask in between her cries and I pat her back and try and get that thought out of her mind. "Ara," I say and I walk back to what is our living room and sit her on the couch near me, "When you where given to me, daddy was really young. To you I am old but to other woman I am young and shouldn't have kids yet. That doesn't mean I am not happy to say your my daughter! I love being your dad! Never forget that!" I tell her and she wipes her eyes and nods. "I wish they'd stop asking, you sound mad when they ask," she adds and I small smile at her. "I already have one lady in my life," I say and ruffle her hair, she smiles at me and then continues her tea party. 

I make it to my room and sit on the bed with my head in my hands. It was hard for my daughter I know it was, being that she is really protective, but it was also hard on me. I am only 24 years old with a 6-year old daughter. Never did I regret having Ara in my life though, if anything she helped me mature and grow more independent then I was.