- currently rewriting -
Her kind soul may have led her to her doom. But she held no regrets in helping the lost boy. The thing she did regret was what he brought. His father.
Not once did the thought that she'd become the mother of a child of the m...
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The default apple alarm rang throughout the small loft apartment. I let out an annoyed groan, pressing stop on my phone. Getting up with a confused look I rub my eyes in an attempt to wake myself up more. I sat there on my bed for a couple seconds just staring into the void. After a moment, I snapped out of it. Leaving the comfort of my bed and continuing the daily routine.
Reaching the bottom of the small number of stairs I tripped over the case of water bottles I had placed there. Almost face-planting into the cold hard floor. I was able to catch myself on the railing just in time, letting out a sigh of relief.
What a great start to the day huh?
I made my way to the bathroom and began getting ready. Taking a quick shower since I came home late last night and didn't have the energy to. When stepping out I checked the time on my phone. I still had a while before I had to be out the door, I just decided to change into a simple outfit, consisting of a black long sleeve shirt, some baggy jeans.
After drying my hair I grabbed an apple on the way to the door. I sat down to put on my shoes. When I get them on I grab my puffer jacket, my backpack, and keys then head out the door. Leaving a bit earlier than usual. I started making my way out of my apartment complex. Checking that my door locked completely.
I got to the stairwell and made my way down until I reached half way down the third floor. I realized I had forgotten something. Just great. I rushed up the three flights of stairs as fast as possible. Unlocking my door and grabbing my work ID that was laying on my small dining table. It had a picture of me on my first day of work and in bold letters said Park Chaewon, in Korean. With a sigh, I left. Again.
After the six dreadful flights of stairs, since there was no working elevator, I began my walk to the bus stop. The clinic I have been working at for the past two years was a couple blocks away. Too far to just walk there. Also because I'm lazy and hate exercise.
I sat down on the bench at the bus stop, waiting for my bus. I take out my headphones from my backpack to listen to music as I wait for it to arrive. I sat there listening to music. Then I felt something, well more specifically, someone tapping my knee.
I looked down thinking it's the stray dog I usually feed. Everyday I had something to give her but I forgot about it today. And unfortunately I had eaten the whole apple I grabbed. I looked down ready to apologize to her just to find a little boy in a big small puffer jacket but big enough where only some of his pants were showing and his tiny air forces poked out. A surprised "oh" leaves my mouth.
I love kids. Or else I wouldn't be working with them daily. I pulled down my headphones to lay around my neck when I noticed he was trying to ask me something. But he struggled to find the words.
