After 3 years, I received a call from my sister. “YoonJae, Father… has passed away. Shouldn't you come home now, little brother?" The words hung in the air but the tears didn’t come. He wasn't my real father, after all. Later, on a hot summer day in my childhood home, I saw my sister again. She looked as delicate and beautiful as I remembered. I need to hide it, I know I should conceal my feelings but it is not easy. “I’m sorry, YoonJae…, That a terrible person like me… is your sister.”
