A child who looks like me

Everyone paused at Yena’s reaction.

It was then that Jeong-oh realized the situation. The feelings of the first child with a new sibling were akin to those of a husband bringing home another woman. This was something he had heard from Jinseo before having their second child.

Additionally, there was something Kuksun had told him that morning: Yena was quite upset because her mom hadn’t called her.

Just before bringing the baby into the hospital room, Jeong-oh had reminded himself that he shouldn’t hurt Yena’s feelings, but as soon as the baby cried loudly, he forgot all about it.

“Uh-oh. Okay, I’ll put her down.”

Flustered, Jeong-oh quickly placed the baby back in the basket. The baby’s cries were still loud, making him anxious. He felt that he should hold her to stop the crying.

Fortunately, the mother understood her daughter’s anxious heart. Kuksun picked up the baby instead and soothed her. With Grandma holding her, the baby’s cries began to quiet down. Yena’s previously tense expression quickly softened.

“Princess Yena!”

Jeong-oh, who had been startled for a moment, opened his arms to call out to Yena. She ran to him and hugged her mom.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t contact you yesterday.”

As soon as her mom apologized, Yena could no longer stay mad.

“It’s okay. And Mom, I wrote this for you.”

“What is it?”

“A letter. Today is Parent’s Day, right?”

Parent’s Day. The exciting words made Jeong-oh’s face brighten. He opened the letter, and the neat, carefully pressed handwriting brought tears to his eyes.

– Mom, thank you for loving me. Dad, thank you for being Yena’s dad. I love you both.

“Mom, and this is a flower!”

Before Jeong-oh could read the letter again, Yena thrust a paper flower at him.

“Did you make this?”

“Yeah! I made it at school yesterday. Hurry, pin it on!”

Yena’s eyes sparkled with life as she saw her mom’s interest.

However, Jeong-oh hesitated to pin the paper flower to his chest. He worried that if he held the baby while wearing it, the flower’s rough edges might scratch her.

Unaware of his thoughts, Jiheon had already pinned his own paper flower to his chest, happily wearing what Yena had made for him.

Right. He couldn’t disappoint Yena.

Jeong-oh pinned the paper flower to his chest as well.

Seeing the carnations pinned to her mom and dad’s chests, Yena smiled with satisfaction. She felt that she could now give love to her sibling too.

“Grandma, I want to hold the baby too.”

“Does our little dog want to hold the sibling?”

Kuksun, pleased with Yena’s enthusiastic response, sat her down. Yena received the baby from her grandmother.

“The baby can’t hold up her head on her own yet, so you need to support her neck like this. Can you do that?”

With Kuksun’s careful words and actions, Yena also became cautious. She held her breath, afraid of dropping the baby.

“How does it feel to hold your sibling?” Jiheon asked.

It took a while for Yena to answer.

“…It’s warm.”

“And?”

“It’s fun.”

“What’s fun about it?”

“Watching her lips move like a fool.”