When YeChan asked her to hug her under the pretext of often having scary dreams, SeungYeon naturally spread her arms. YeChan's sleeping figure, which was held in her arms, was like an angel. When YeChan, who looked like a wax figure when she opened her eyes, showed her expression only to herself, she felt useless pride.
After time passed and SeungYeon began to wear school uniforms and started to hang out with new friends, such interest was inevitably neglected. It was as easy as flipping the palm of her hand to make her friend the top priority over YeChan. YeChan looked at her with disappointment, and eventually began to pick her up at school.
"Hey, who's that?"
"She or he has been showing up in front of our school lately. Is she a boy or a girl?"
"Wow... But what's with that hair?"
Despite the students' ridiculous words and contemptuous eyes, YeChan consistently looked for her sister. At first, SeungYeon intentionally ignored her and tried to act like she didn't know her, but when YeChan's footsteps chased her and called her in a loud voice, the other classmates said, "Oh, she was SeungYeon's sister.", turning off their attention away. Or sarcastically.
"Is she your sister?"
When the classmates spoke, she clenched her fist in shame. She felt sorry for her sister, who was mentally tired and didn't go to school and didn't have the will to do anything. But on the other hand, it was not tough. In the past, her sister's dependence on her in the hospital was definitely because of the power of love. This was because she heard the good news that the more she got to know each emotion, the better her sister would be able to live a social life.
Let's put up with it. She'll come to his senses someday.
***
Her stepfather bought YeChan a smartphone. And SeungYeon's phone was changed to the latest phone and SeungYeon was satisfied.
***
I've been getting about 150 text messages since 10 a.m. There were also more than 30 calls.
It's all from my sister.
***
"Sister, I love it.”
The child waited for her contact with a flushed face. There was no reply and the child went straight to walk to the school gate. When she hung around in front of the school gate, students who didn't know keep pretending to know.
"You're Lee SeungYeon's younger sister, right? What's with the hair? Get some trim."
It's annoying. There are so many bugs. Hey, sister, hurry up and show up. Come on, give me a hug.
***
I waited for my sister to show up. Then I found my sister stroking the cat's head under the cherry tree beyond the school gate. She looked happy when playing with the cat. I'm jealous.
***
"Seonbai, do you like cats?"”
The girl seemed to have a bright personality. When the bobbed-haired girl was talking to her sister pretending to be close, the child trembled. It's not because of the cold spring breeze blowing in the evening. This is the first feeling she's ever felt. Anger, hostility, and hatred that she felt for others for the first time. She trembled to the point where she couldn't control her body with anger.
***
This is jealousy...
***
One day, SeungYeon saw a bandage wrapped around the back of YeChan's hand and asked why she was hurt, and she said she was scratched by a neighborhood cat. It hurt her when she scratched the cat's claws. She was smiling, but her eyes were not smiling. That's how the day went by.
***
And SeungYeon somehow felt nervous when she couldn't see the child who was coming to meet her almost every day. Why? She's been around me so consistently that she went too far, but it was strange when she didn't come. Am I feeling disappointed?
She didn't see the junior who often talked to SeungYeon. SeungYeon decided to think that it was better. The junior was a girl who played well and was rumored to date regardless of gender. The girl of that kind of rumor approached her secretly and said she wanted to be close, but honestly, it was a little uncomfortable.
"Hey..."
The child reappeared.
It was ridiculous for me to be happy with the appearance of my sister, but I decided to admit it quickly.
"YeChan!"
The child's eyes open like a rabbit. SeungYeon, who was starting to turn indifferent to herself, looked at the wound with a worried face.
"Are you okay with the wound?”
YeChan said she had an inflammation. SeungYeon must have said that that would have been sick without any doubt. YeChan smiled at SeungYeon's dramatic interest after a long time.
Ah.
This is it.
***