"Om Kiho, six years old."
"Oh my… Your pronunciation is too good for a six-year-old."
The young lady standing nearby praised me. She was a past client of my mom and had been keeping in touch with her, so I had seen her a few times.
"Come sit here. Let's have a drink. It's been a while."
My mom wanted to invite the young lady to our table outside the convenience store, but only adults can drink those cans. My mom handed the young lady, who was shyly coming over to sit next to her.
"How's work going? You look weaker than before…"
"Same as old. His father just dropped him here as soon as I finished my work, and now he's gone to help out another family…"
My mom heaved a sigh like she did when she was tired. The young lady and my mom began talking about things I had yet to have full knowledge of, so I decided it would be better for me to go and get a Milkis drink for myself in the meantime.
"Mom, I want to get a drink."
