I reached home to see the same middle aged lady sitting on the dining table with mom.
My work on the table, both of them were smiling happily and praising the kid for his work.
That kid is me Eomma, that kid is me..
Oh no.. I thought when the middle aged lady looked at me.
" That's him, that's the boy, isn't he your son? You have such a talented son!" the middle aged lady praised me.
Eomma's immediately frowned.
This is it, I think I just saw my soul left my body..
Eomma, forgive me..
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