Seoha's POV
Sooin's little fingers squeeze my shirt tightly as I clean.
She ate the meal up and won't let me go, the little girl keeps chattering as she walks closely to me, she talks about her day at school, about her favorite color and about her father, her favorite person.
Her tiny high-pitched voice and the lisp in her words kill the worries dancing around in my head.
It is impossible to worry about death and life when this child lights up the entire room, at this point I'm not forcing my laughter and smile, I just love.
The smell of mild baby milk scent and my vanilla mixes together into a cozy and homely smell, and at some point Taesan leaves the room to both of us, taking the bag that contains my pictures with him.
"Sooin-ah, it's time to wash up, hmm?" I say and she pouts, "but if I wash up, I will get sleepy" she complains and I chuckle at her response.
