Markhyuck Shots

Two sides of Xmas 2

Recently, I often talked with my mother. I wondered what kind of a child I was, how I was growing and how I grew up so well despite many reversals. It allowed me to develop the very best qualities that now made adult life easier, even though they once seemed to be stupid and pointless. These conversations have also brought us incredibly close. In the light of recent events, they prompted reflection and inference. I was grateful to this woman for everything that I achieved thanks to her support and guidance and for what kind of person I have become. Only the fear that I would not be able to use her advice in practice alone would grow and parenthood would turn out not to be my calling, as I once thought.

I leaned against the frame of Hyemi's room, unable to get over the fact how many things in the house had changed because of her. Christmas lights over the brunette's bed only heightened this spiritual effect of illumination of the apartment. In the end, it lived its own life, family life. Crying, laughter, screaming, joy, fairy-tale music and the sound of broken glass reverberate all the time. The air around us was no longer dead or passive but it gained color, it became dynamic and definitely lighter.

Enlargement of the family was also associated with changes in ourselves because not only the four walls with the roof were about the house. We have learned to distance ourselves to the world around us and to cooperate more than usual in overcoming the hardships of everyday life. The one that matured the most was definitely Mark. Black-haired was still not empathic enough, he didn't always want to talk about his problems and rather preferred to keep his thoughts hidden. In spite of everything, his emotional evolution and openness to the other man carved a distinctive mark in this seemingly fossilized heart.

The period in which the child reaches the age of three is the time to manifest its individuality. Hyemi might not have done it the way the rest of her peers did but she cleverly refined the mechanism that would clear her path to reach a few moments of independence. She also quickly deduced that it is rather Minhyung who is definitely a more submissive and vulnerable parent. Always tired after work, often distracted, seemingly strict and adamant but in contact with her charm - helpless. That's why when the brunette dragged my unconscious husband to her room as usual, I knew what final this small trip through the corridor would have. Mark, as usual, sailed away while reading the book and Hyemi carefully took it from him and in solitude studied colorful pictures instead of sleepping well. This was another feature I noticed - children at this stage of development are terribly hard to put to bed. And also terribly creative. I knew perfectly well that the girl always chose the most boring book for Minhyung and the better one she's hiding under the pillow earlier. I pretended that I had no idea about her evil plans and she derived silent enjoyment from the fact that she was apparently wiser than adults.

When I drew her attention to the sudden shuffling of my slippers, she quickly looked up from the book, glanced at the sleeping Mark and smiled cutely to sweeten my heard. I sighed inwardly, walking up to her as she spread her arms.

"Not nice," I whispered, taking her in my arms.

"Daddy sleeps," she mumbled in my ear, drawning her fingers into my hair. She really liked doing it. She also always stroked the dog, repeating the word fluffy. At the adoption center, we learned that it was most likely associated with the fact that she was brought up surrounded by miniature rabbits, which her dead before their time biological parents breeded. Constant contact with their fur had to somehow relate to pleasant memories, which in the case of such a small child only now revealed themselves in strange habits. Joy's daughter, Jiah, did the same, so personally I was more inclined to claim that it was completely normal behavior for a child of that age.

"I just see," I replied, beginning to sway lightly.

Hyemi isn't developing properly. In many aspects of psychophysics her growth was delayed compared to the rest of the three-year-olds. The period of her theoretical greatest development was at the orphanage, where so many children lived that she was not given enough attention. We spent many hours with Minhyung talking about it. We wondered how we can work on these shortcomings. My mother, whose advice has been systematically used in practice for a week, came to help and she was waiting for improvement as much as us.