...If This Still Doesn't Clear Things Up, Want to Sleep Together Like This?

After some time had passed—time spent feeling happy as I looked at baby Seojin, then suffering through all the embarrassing memories of my own that came back whenever I looked at the photos.

“…….”

Before I knew it, Seojin had come home. As I watched him, I started to worry a little about what he thought of that time.

…Honestly, back then, I never imagined we’d end up like this, so I said some really awful things.

Of course, not the kind of swearing people use online, but words that could really hurt a kindergartener or elementary schooler.

These days, ‘Dummy.’ had become such a fixture in my vocabulary that I just said it casually, and Seojin knew that and let it slide—but could five-year-old Han Seojin have taken ‘Dummy.’ the way he did now?

At least, I could confidently say that if I heard something like that at five, I’d burst into tears.

Of course, when I was little, I cried so easily I was nicknamed a crybaby, and the other boys teased me terribly for it. But even setting that aside, a five-year-old would probably understand the word ‘dummy’ literally.

In my memories, Han Seojin was always smiling brightly, but those were only my memories. In reality, hearing words like that might have hurt him a lot.

“…….”...