They fought again.
Mom and dad were bickering again.
I formed a tiny smile,
but tears still escaped my eyes.
I've been used to it.
I've seen them fighting ever since I was 3.
It wasn't a rare thing to see anymore.
And I'm tired.
Mentally.
"Eonni, can't we just leave this house?" I asked Sojung when I was 5.
She gave me a warm smile and pulled me into her embrace.
"We can't, honey.."
I sighed.
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[C] The Day You Came
PoetryKim Sejeong - a depressed girl Oh Sehun - a bright boy "Thank you, Oh Sehun.." Highest : [606th in Poetry] [295th in Poetry]
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