When he turned the omelette into a soft-boiled egg, I stood on tiptoe and secretly kissed the back of his neck.
"Baby," the tense back muscles froze instantly, "the tableware is crooked."
During the day, he is a chaebol president who suppresses trending searches with his suit cufflinks.
At night, he knelt down to put on my socks, his Adam's apple rolling: "Good boy, lift your feet."
Until I found a yellowed photo in his study——
Wearing school uniform, he held me as a baby, his eyes as gentle as now.
"Because of your first cry, I learned to be an adult."
