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"Jimin-ah! Don't play too far from here, okay?" Dad shouted at me. I ran to the playground with a bright smile on my face. How excited I am at the moment. I sat on the swing, and swang it hard. The breeze that hit me softly, I giggled in happy.

"Do you want me to push you?" Dad said while watching me swang. I quickly nodded my head at him. He then went behind me and pushed me. I felt like I'm flying. I spent an hour at the playground. It made me so happy. Dad carried me behind him, I hugged him tightly. "Thank you Dad for brought me here!". I can felt that he smiled.

We entered our house together. He helped me put away my shoes. "Jimin-ie, do you have fun?" Dad asked me. I nodded my head. "Can we go there again?". "Sure. I'll bring you there again soon" He pat my head. Suddenly, I saw Mom at the kitchen. "Honey, the meal is ready. Ask Jimin to wash her face first" She said while preparing the table.

After I finished washing myself, Dad told me to go to the dining table. "Mom! I miss you!" I ran towards her and hugged her. "Aww, sweetheart. I miss you more. I'm taking so many days in the hospital, aren't I? I'm sorry" She hugged me while patting my head. Mom held my hand and helped me sat on the chair. When all of us has gathered at the dining table, we started to eat our meal.

"Jimin-ah, you see that Yellow door?" Dad asked me. The door was painted with yellow paint. "Don't go inside. Not even a peek. Promise me you won't do it" He showed me his pinky finger. I pinky-finger him back. As Dad went away, I kept looking at the door, wondered what's inside..

×Few Days Later×

I can't sleep because of the noises outside. I stood up from my bed to see Mom and Dad were arguing with each other. I don't dare myself to go out. As my room was dark enough, I climbed on my bed again, pulled my blanket and covered myself with it. As a kid, I really don't like to hear someone's arguing. My tears started to fill my eyes, slowly it fell on my cheeks. Without realizing, I fell asleep on my bed.

I opened my eyes again, to see the day has come. Everything in my room were gone. I quickly stood up from my bed to find my fluffy doll. I cried, I went to search for my Mom. "Jimin, what's wrong?" Mom asked me. "Wh-Where's C-Chimmy?" I said while sobbing. "Oh, hurm. Don't worry, I keep him in a safe place. You'll meet him tonight, okay?". "Are you sure?" I wiped my tears away. "Yes. You love him that much? I'm sorry, Sweetheart".

The reason I love Chimmy because ot was my first gift from my Dad. I wanted to keep it forever with me. However when the night came, it's horrible. Mom kept packing her stuffs and kept back-forth inside the house. "Jimin-ah, take your jacket inside your room. Hurry!". I quickly grabbed my jacket from the room. Mom then held my hand, we stopped in front of the taxi, when she opened the door, she told me to get in.

"Where's Dad?" I asked her. "He'll come with us soon" She said in anger, I knew I can't trust her. I tried to make her let go of my hand so that I can go to my Dad. "Jimin! Stop doing that!" Of course, a kid like me can't resist an adult's strength, she carried me and brought me inside the taxi. "Lock the door please!" She shouted to the taxi driver as she's trying to hold me.

"I want Dad! We can't leave him!" I knocked on the window so hard. "Kim Jimin! If you're doing this again, I swear I would throw you away and you'll never live with me or your Dad anymore!" She screamed at me. I immediately gave up. I want to live with them, I trusted Mom that I stopped my action and followed her request.

As years passing by, I lived in bored town. I walked to the shop by accident, and saw an old man painted on the canvas. It's beautiful that it attracted me. I walked closer to him. "Hello, young child. What brought you here?" He asked me. I pointed my finger at the canvas. "Oh, do you like it?". I nodded my head at him. "What do you think of it?" He backed out so that I can see it better.

Even though there's no context on his painting, but I can understand the meaning behind the masterpiece. "I want to travel to somewhere that is peace" I told him that. He's suprised while looked at me. "W-Well, you got it right" He chuckled in speechless. I told him that I had to go now, I bowed to him before leaving.

When I finally arrived at my house, I thought to myself, what if my passion is about art?. Can I really do it?...

×The Next Day×

As the last bell rang, I packed my bag and walked towards the Art's Room. I carefully slided the door, no one was here. I sat in front of a big canvas, I was lucky that everything were in front of me. I picked up the brush and tried to paint something.

As the result out, it turned out very meaningful. 'I feel like people around me hiding something from me'. It's a lonely bird with its wings injured, the other birds were flying far away from it.

"Jimin? What are you doing in here?" I startled as the teacher came in the room. "Oh?! You drew this?!" She shocked while walking towards me. I panicked that I stood up from the stool. "T-Teacher, I-I can e-explain" I stuttered on my words. "This is amazing! It's beautiful! I don't know that you have talent in art" Mrs. Park pat my shoulder. "Maybe you should join our art club. What do you think?". I have no interest in art, but after I painted one, I realized something. I immediately agreed to join the club.

Everyday, I went inside the Art's Room. I painted something before I left the school. I don't have any one to talk to, but I can expressed my feelings through art. Through painting. A bird trying to figure out it way out, trying to reach for happiness. 'Can I finally be free?'.

×Few Years Later×

CONGRATULATIONS! YOU PASSED THE INTERVIEW. YOU MAY START WORKING IN VIN'S ART THIS MONDAY [JANUARY,21ST] . PLEASE BRING ANYTHING INVOLVE WITH ART.

WHAT WE'LL GIVE YOU
° BRUSHES
° PAINTS
° CANVAS

WHAT YOU SHOULD BRING
° AN IDEA OF CREATING A BRILLIANT PAINTING

I HOPE WE CAN WORK TOGETHER AS ONE TEAM.

SINCERELY,
MR. JUNG ILHOON
[JANUARY 16TH]

I folded the letter and kept it in my drawer. I went out from my room, saw Mom was preparing food for lunch. "Mind if you help me?" She said while cutting the vegetables. I let out my sigh, I walked towards her. She told me what to do, I followed her requests. We sat on our chairs and started to dig in. We rarely talk since I'm a child. Now, that I turned into an adult, she wanted me to help her on doing the house work.

"I'm going to work this Monday". "Good. Is it art?" She asked while feeding herself. I nodded my head. "I'm glad you're doing something that you love. I'll support you no matter what" Suddenly, she stood up and went to the sink. "When you're done eating, keep everything inside the fridge. I'm going to work now" Mom closed the door slowly.

I'm alone again...

I turned on my phone, I made myself an instagram account. I'm not really good at technology, it took me hours to make one. I named my account as '_jiart_'. I found a lot of art accounts, who had thousands of followers. I wanted to be like them too. I uploaded one of my artwork, within a minute, there's few likes on it.

:Your artwork is amazing. Is there any meaning to it?:
:This seems like connected to my life. Thank you for creating this:

I read the comments, there's so many sweet comments. I was touched by it. This is how it felt for an artist's artwork to be recognize by many people. It made them happy.

Suddenly, Mom called me. I picked up the call. "Hello?! Can I know what's your relationship with Kim Jiyoon?". I looked again at the screen phone. It's Mom, but why a guy's voice popped out? "I'm her daughter. Is there something wrong?".