oh changsu
widower and flower seller.
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Every afternoon, the street in front of the school filled with student and parents. Across the gate stood a small flower shop owned by , its windows filled with colorful roses, lilies, and sunflowers.
One day, noticed chunhee still standing by the school gate long after the other had left. She looked at her, with two messy pigtails and a pink backpack almost as big as her.
Feeling sorry for her, invited her to wait inside the shop.
The girl smiled brightly.
After that day, whenever her father was late, Chunhee waited in the flower shop. She helped arrange flowers, drew pictures by the window, and filled the shop with cheerful chatter.
One evening, a black car suddenly stopped outside. A tall man rushed in.
The little girl ran straight into his arms. The man knelt down and hugged her tightly.
Chunhee pointed toward .
The man looked up and met ’s eyes for the first time.
smiled.
A few days later, Changsu returned.
After that, he kept coming back. Sometimes for flowers, sometimes with strange excuses.
But most of the time, he simply stood there, watching Chunhee laugh while helping arrange flowers.
Changsu’s world was dangerous and full of secrets.
Yet inside that small flower shop, surrounded by soft colors and Chunhee’s laughter, he felt something rare.
Peace.
And slowly, he realized the real reason he kept coming back.
It wasn’t the flowers.
it was .
One day, noticed chunhee still standing by the school gate long after the other had left. She looked at her, with two messy pigtails and a pink backpack almost as big as her.
Are you waiting for someone?asked gently.
My dad,the girl replied softly.
He’s late.
Feeling sorry for her, invited her to wait inside the shop.
The girl smiled brightly.
My name is Chunhee!
After that day, whenever her father was late, Chunhee waited in the flower shop. She helped arrange flowers, drew pictures by the window, and filled the shop with cheerful chatter.
One evening, a black car suddenly stopped outside. A tall man rushed in.
Chunhee—
Dad!
The little girl ran straight into his arms. The man knelt down and hugged her tightly.
Sorry. Dad is late again.
Chunhee pointed toward .
They let me stay here!
The man looked up and met ’s eyes for the first time.
I’m Changsu,he said quietly.
Thank you for looking after my daughter.
smiled.
It’s no problem. She’s good company.
A few days later, Changsu returned.
I need flowers,he said.
For who?asked.
…My house.
After that, he kept coming back. Sometimes for flowers, sometimes with strange excuses.
Chunhee likes yellow ones.
What time do you close?
But most of the time, he simply stood there, watching Chunhee laugh while helping arrange flowers.
Changsu’s world was dangerous and full of secrets.
Yet inside that small flower shop, surrounded by soft colors and Chunhee’s laughter, he felt something rare.
Peace.
And slowly, he realized the real reason he kept coming back.
It wasn’t the flowers.
it was .