One more time

Chapter 1

JIHYO'S POV

My parents divorced when I was 4. I still don't know the reasons. My mother keep the reason as a secret until now that it had been more than 10 years. I only know my dad was always busy and, guiding me for the pictures I have of him, he seems to be also quite strict. I don't remember much of our time together as family. I guess that's because I was still too young and the memories weren't happy enough to had an impact on me.

I only know that my mother struggled a lot the year after my dad leaved us as she was a single mother and had to work, also taking care of me. My grandparents weren't supportive and my mom had to do her best for us alone. Even if was only over a year, I can tell we suffered a lot. We lived in a small apartment and it only had one bedroom. The kitchen and the living room were the same room and we barely had stuff in there besides our clothes.

Fortunately, my mother remarried when I was 6. He was a widowed man, a little bit older my mom, that had a daughter 2 years younger than me. Since the beginning I knew he was very kind-hearted and toughtful, he always treat us nicely and made me feel welcomed. We moved in his house almost inmediately they got married and I was really confused for the sudden change. My mom never talked with me about this situation and I didn't know hot to react. It was weird. I normally stayed at home alone when my mom went to work at her night shift but now she didn't need to do so. She was all day at home. With me. Now I had my own bedroom, clothes and even toys. Before, I had to sleep at the same bed with my mother. The color of my clothes were fading and I only had an ragged doll.Now I had the chance to eat properly. Before, we had to share a piece of bread for us to had breakfast. Sometimes mom gave me her part. Now I had a warm place to come back. Before, I had to put on so many clothes on me to try to not be cold and when my mom came back from work she had to hold me tight every night to keep me warm. This was too much and I cried a lot. I was so grateful. At first, I called him Mr. Kim. I was not sure if this was right but mom keep telling me to trust on myself. It was just going to take me sometime and he understood it. Mom told me that I was going to be an older sister as she introduced my little angel for the first time.

When I saw her, my heart flutered. She was so shy back then, holding her dad's coat and peeking from time to time at us. Apparentely she had been in touch with my mom before because she smiled at her and her shyness went away. Dahyun was so tiny and pale. Her cheeks were red because it was winter season and the clothes she had on were too big for her to be wearing. Her eye-smile was brighter than the one on her lips. She was like a real baby doll and I loved her at first sight. My mom scolded playfully Mr. Kim at that time and he laughed. I remembered it quite well because I suddenly felt out of place. My mom was carring Dahyun on her arms as she was asking for her affection, as naturally as a kid does. Mr. Kim looked at me and extended his hand for me to come closer. I hesitated but I went over there after my mother called my name. He ruffled my hair and told me to take my time. They would be waiting for me. It took me more time than needed for me to call him dad but it was worth the wait because I also love him so much.

Because we grew up together in a loving environment there was not really a feeling of us not being a real family. I love them. Dahyun has always been charming. I don't know why. It must be that smile that she has, always so honest. She is very bright and energetic too. Overall, she has confidence. That is something I always lacked. Her expressions are also amazing, you can tell when she is upset, tired or sad. She is like an open book.

When Dahyun was 6, I was 8. After two years of living together we become really close. She was my best friend. I had no real friends at that time beside my cute little sister because for some reason, my appareance was troublesome. The kids in my class kept telling me that I was a foreigner because of my big eyes. They called me names and laughed at me everytime they could. No one wanted to play with me on breaks and I spent most of the time eating alone on the classroom. So when my parents told me that Dahyun was attending my school I was so happy. Even if she was younger I could go see her on breaks. We could eat lunch together and play too. And I knew she was happy too because she had told me she was scared on attending, even if I never tell her bad things about my experience in there.

The first weeks were hard for Dahyun, always coming back to me trying to feel reassured but eventualy she made her own path. She made friends rather quickly and started to drift apart from me. We didn't see each other at lunch anymore as she was surrounded by her classmates. And I was truly happy for her but I was also sad. I was alone again. But at some point, I got costumed to it. At least I still have her with me at home. One of her friends was our neighboor. I rarely saw her at school but when I did she was at her classroom alone. I knew her mostly because she was always driving her bike trough the neighborhood doing errands. She sometimes went to our house asking for errands and my mom normally asked her to buy some bread on the bakery at the end of the street. I know that Dahyun or I could have done it as I told my mom this she smiled and told me that she knew it but there were times you had to help others too. I didn't get it. This girl, Chaeyoung, was as old as Dahyun but her expression was totally diferent. She seemed tough. Also, she seemed to be dirty most of the times. My mom always gave her some money for the favor and invited her to have lunch with us but she always declined. One day I asked Dahyun about her and she told me Chaeyoung was very creative and that she loved to draw. She also told me that she barely had colors on her pencil case and that sometimes she used the classroom's chalk to keep coloring. I think about it and realized that maybe Chaeyoung was poor and she hadn't money to buy colors. Or food. Or clothes. I knew very well how hard it was not to have money so one day at lunch I aproached her. We made small talk and I made her smile. She was a bit reserved with me until Dahyun came to us and her face lit at the sight. Then, I discovered that she was only saving money in order to buy her mother a present for her birhtday and that she didn't have colors because she spent most of the time drawing at home too. She was dirty just because she liked to play outside. That explained why she was so tanned. They were too young to notice but I felt relived to know it but I also felt embarassed.

Since then we went home together, the three of us. Chaeyoung was quite energetic and athletic and always wanted to run back home. Dahyun and I keep telling her not to but ended do it anyway. We bursted laughing at Dahyun every time she was left behind but she always ended forgiving us after we bought her some candy. She lived on an apartment block two houses apart from ours. Her house was comfy and it felt warm. She was an only child so she had her own bedroom. Sometimes she stayed with us to study with Dahyun and some other times we had sleepovers at hers. She rarely sleep with us because her mom was overprotective and prefered that us went over there instead.Her parents were always nice and let us play everyday in there. We used to watch movies together and tell each other stories before sleep. My days weren't dull anymore. I had a new friend. I come to love Chaengie too, as another little sister.

We were always hanging out together and we talked a lot about a bunch of stuff. We hugged each other and teased each other. And when we weren't together, as that time Chaeyoung got chickenpox, we missed each other. It was really natural for us to be together and I wasn't bothered anymore for not having friends my age. Chaeyoung and Dahyun were more than enough for me. Or so I though. It was before Momo came into my life.

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Hello there! It has been a while ^^

I hope you like this story, it's my first time writing

In fact I had all this story finished but I accidentally delete it TT

My grammar sucks but I'm not a native speaker and I would like you to understand it

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