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What is beauty to you?
For me, it is about waking up with someone tickling you to wake up. Having breakfast with the one you love and separate after wards to work with a goodbye kiss. Beauty is when a little guy in your lap snatch your food while watching your husband's and his fave cartoon show.
It is about the love in the night starting to fire up but there is little guy that will interrupt and snuggle between the two of you, sleeping altogether embracing the little intruder. Beauty is when you can smile genuinely not asking anything anymore because you know to yourself that you are already blessed and overwhelming.
More especially, beauty is when your husband nagged because he want to sleep more but the little guy keeps jumping on the bed to wake him up then finding them have a playful wrestling later on.
It's so beautiful that we had the not so perfect but happy and complete family that Suga and I didn't had.
"Mommy! Mommy! Granny is here!" I heard a yell outside the kitchen. I was actually reading again for the nth time Tomorrow's book because the ending still hurt me. The fact that Suga used my name to be the character then end up miserable.
I quickly wipe my tears. Keep the book in the kitchen cabinet then act like washing the already cleaned plates then turned the glance to my five year old son Yoongi.
"Huh? Granny is here?" I asked acting shock and wipe my wet hands to the apron and watched my son run away from me. Maybe to his Granny.
Of course, it was my mother. I've forgiven her because, why not? She is not my real mother but struggle to live a life with me. She didn't left though we were hurt. She loves me like a real daughter. I never once felt I'm adopted.
I like to thank my father too for adopting me yet, I still cannot face him. Every time I am thinking about doing it, memories of him hurting me flash in my mind. I'm still not ready to forgive him, maybe. Mom told me that I am one of his men daughter. He adopted me because he feel emphaty for me that moment. I was five years old, a tiny little girl looking for her father. Sad thing I don't remember a thing about it.
They never change my name and surname. Instead, my adopted father used my identity and change mom's instead so that her family or the Min could not locate her where she must be residing.
I walk out the kitchen still wearing the apron heading to the living room but nobody was there. I decided to get out the house and see them at the garden.
A smile curve into my face to see Suga there talking with a beautiful curve in his lips; happy smile. My son is sitting down on the lap of his Granny. It is too breathtaking for me the scene. My successful CEO husband gets back what he deserves. A company, a normal self and his mother. He still hate dirt and always teach him son about cleanliness but not to the point he became annoying.
