Your Regrets Are Late
When I was young, I wanted to be recognized and loved by people.
The ground that buried my mother’s body was not dry enough to accept the illegitimate child my father had brought as my sister.
“…You did a great job, Charelize.”
When I first heard that I had worked hard, I thought I was going to be happy now.
However, that was my mistake. I thought I had a hot spring that had passed by for a while.
The illegitimate child drank the poisoned tea on her own to bring me down.
“All the time I’ve been with you is terrifying.”
Betrayed by my fiancé, whom I loved with all my heart.
“Since you broke down the family dignity, he said it is no longer a relationship between a father and daughter.”
My father did not recognize me as a daughter or successor until the very end.
When he gave up the child in of his own in a cold prison, I chose to die.
It was only then that I was able to sever a relationship that I had not lost for a long time.
What I’ve been struggling with so far has been so lonely and that it’s funny.
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When I open my eyes, the 17-year-old spring has come again.
The fiancé, who remembers everything about the past, weeps and begs for my forgiveness.
My father comes to me because I have a different reaction than before.
“Don’t be happy, don’t laugh. Just live your life in hell.”
“If you couldn’t be a father, you shouldn’t have given birth to me.”