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I rushed to the hospital. I searched for a guy named 'Nam Kihyun'. "Jimin-shii!" A guy shouted my name. He brought me to the room. I can't believe what I just saw. "Why is my Mom laying there?" I asked him. He stayed silent. "Kihyun-shii, what happen to my Mom?". He let out his sigh before started to speak "She committed suicide". I tried to hold my tears. "There's no way she's doing that". "I'm sorry, Jimin-shii. She walked across the street without looking at the street's light. Also, she hold this in her hand" He gave me a small letter.

To my lovely daughter,

I'm sorry, because of me. You're living in a mess. That day, when you told me you want to start painting, I looked at you from far away, I see how talented you are. I'm glad that you finally found out how to express yourself. I'm sorry for not talking to you, like how other people do. Please, do something that will make you happy. Please don't be like me. Be a successful person. Find your family.

From your mother,
Kim Jiyoon

"This is so not fair. How could you.." I crumpled the paper, I shaked her body to wake her up. "I know you're sleeping! Wake up! It's afternoon!". Kihyun quickly pulled me away, "Jimin-shii, please stop!" He held me very tightly. "Let your Mom go in peace. Please stop". I stopped struggling and fell on the floor. I felt very weak. Hopeless as I'm crying with full in regretness. Kihyun pat my back gently to comfort me.

I sat on the mat, waiting for people to come to my Mom's funeral. After waiting for hours, a guy came in. I greeted him. "Thank you for coming" I bowed to him. "I'm sorry for your loss". I tried not to be sad, I thanked him again. "Have you eat? You look so thin". "I'm not hungry, it's okay". "I'm sure your Mom wouldn't want you to be like this. At least accompany me eating?".

I served him the food. "You should eat as well" He said to me. "Okay,..I'll go grab something" I stood up again to take some food for myself. "How are you?" He asked me. I looked at him weird, I never know him. "Hurm, not so good". He nodded his head "I understand". "What's your name? What's your relationship with my Mom?" I asked him many questions.

He seems trouble to give me the answers. Suddenly, his phone rang. "Wait, I need to pick this call up" He stood up and walked away. I then finished my food. He came back again, "Jimin-ah, I hope you'll continue on your life. Never give up, okay?" He pat me on my should and gave me an envelope. He then left me.

I looked inside it, it's a cheque. I'm startled, he gave me 3000 dollars. I put the cheque back inside, ran outside to chase him. I searched him around the building but I didn't see him. I don't even have his phone number or knowing his name. I looked at the envelope, hoping that I will meet him again.

×January 21st×

I walked upstairs to the Vin's Art Studio. I knocked on the door first before entering the room. "Hello, can I help you?" A girl greeted me. "I'm a new worker here". "Oh, Jimin, isn't it?". I nodded my head at her. "Let me show you your room". I followed her behind. I saw a lot of canvas that were painted by other artists.

"This is your room. Everything you need is already provided here. I hope you'll enjoy working in here. Good luck!" She smiled and left the room. The room has a good spaces for me. It suited me. I sat on the stool, immediately reached out for the brush. I painted on the canvas.

A bird spread out it wings even though the wings were injured. 'I'm going out from this mess. I promise myself that'.