Looking back now, it really was an ordinary life.

Crying and laughing over small things, feeling sad and happy over the smallest of events—just an everyday life with nothing particularly special about it.

But...

• "Honey, this time, Yui’s hospital bill..."
• "What about the savings?"
• "If we break those too, we’ll have nothing left..."
• "Sigh... What about Woojin?"
• "He should be sleeping."
• "What should we do?"
• "We have to hang in there. But let’s not sigh. If Woojin hears it..."

Woojin.

Yes. Once, I was called by that name.

The family of Yui, a child born with an incurable …