My case was different.

My case was different. My mom remarried and had a baby there, but she lost contact with me and she called me before I was almost 30 years old. I was starting a family there, but my eyes were always on this side. I lived there faithfully because of my remarried family, but when I went to a good place to eat something delicious, I always thought of it. The second-marriage uncle died, and his son was born there. I waited until I became an adult and kept in touch. I saw the dryer. They bought it for me on TV. They changed it to induction. They saw that there was no kimchi refrigerator. They kept trying to fill it up. They made side dishes two to three times a month. They said they liked eel soup. I’m still eating eel soup. It’s been almost 10 years. She always felt sorry for me. My son, who remarried when my mom died, gave me the same insurance money. I cry more sadly when something sad happens. It’s because I couldn’t raise you. When I talk about stepmom when I’m young, I cry with my heart. Don’t live together. I hope you don’t think too much about it. Then the writer is so sad. If you’re asking for money or organs, maybe we can hang up then.

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