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Winwin POV Three Days Later
"Where are the kids?" My mother questions, entering the living room with a glass of water. "Are they outside?" She opens the blinds, checking to see if they were out in the field.
I covered my eyes and slouched to avoid the sunlight. "Yeah, they're with Munhee."
"Yes, I see that now." Mother chuckles as she waved at the window. "I can't believe those kids are actually playing outside..." She then turns to me and sighs. "They never went outside with me."
"I guess it's that Munhee magic... she's just that good," I replied, half-heartedly.
"Are you okay?" Mother asked. "You seem down."
"I'm fine," I replied before sitting back up. "So, um, anyway... I haven't seen much of Munhee lately... did you guys do something? Like did you guys tell her to ignore me or something?"
"No, why would we?"
"No reason..."
After Munhee went to the mall three days ago she came back... differently. We talk less now, a lot less since our first fight. The thing is I don't even know if we are in a fight again. She just stopped talking to me, became very distant, and I don't know why! Could I really be right and she really met some other guy when she went to the mall?
It's kind of difficult to believe because Munhee likes me. As far as I know... only me.
"Well, " Mother starts. "I'm assuming she hasn't been hanging around you because her daughter is coming back tomorrow. She probably just wants to focus on that."
"She told you about her daughter?" I ask.
"Why wouldn't she?" Mother asked.
"I just didn't know you two talked much..."
"Of course we do!" Mother laughs. "Every morning we talk about our plans or what's coming up."
"Wow," I pursed my lips. "I didn't know."
Mother sets her cup down next to the lamp. "I'm glad Munhee told me about her daughter. I prefer her having her own child because that means she knows and feels what I do as a mother," she explained.
"Yeah but she's not even watching her own kid," I said, checking the time.
Mother folds her arms. "So you're saying your father and I are bad parents?"
