“Oh dear…”

Kim Yerim.

To Daeun, she was Mrs. Kim Yerim or just Mom, and she exaggeratedly held her back as though in pain.

“Am I getting old…?”

She was relatively young for a parent with grown children, having met the love of her life and married in her early twenties. But while she was younger compared to parents with children of similar ages, she wasn’t exactly young anymore.

“My daughter doesn’t even show her face. Ugh, I guess you’re just supposed to die when you’re old.”

Her youthful face didn’t quite match her grumbling, but Yerim bustled around nonetheless. …