Talent Absorption From the Age of 0

Eun-woo had breakfast and went to daycare.

He pretended that Jung-woo knew first.

“Whoah, whoa, do you want to play around aimlessly?”

“Shall we ride a Viking?”

In daycare centers these days, the tube Vikings I bought recently were the hottest and most popular.

Siwoo, Jiho, Junsu, Yuna and Hyerin were already riding on the Viking.

"Ha ha ha ha ha."

“Oh, I’m scared.”

The children shouted in excitement.

“Hey. We have a lot of seats. 🥺”

Jung-woo held Eun-woo's hand and cried.

Yellowy came to the side as if trying to comfort Jungwoo and wept lowly.

“Meow.”

Eunwoo stroked Yellowy.

“Don’t be sad. don't say old man.”

Hyeonjeong came to the side with her antenna headband on.

“Are you like that, Jaemin?”

“It’s like that. hehehehe Why don't you ride?"

“I don’t know how aliens adore that kind of nonsense. If you scream like that, you'll get caught by Earthlings. This is a bit of a bummer, but my real mom, let’s kick me.”

"really? Treat me well.”

“So I don’t ride like that.”

Eun-woo thought while looking at the arrogant Hyun-jeong.

‘Hyunjeong-ah, I’m glad that you seem to have gotten a lot brighter. I really want you to have a mother too.’

Sister Maria Kim approached Hyeonjeong-i, Eun-woo, and Jeong-woo and said,

“Shall we play with paint? It might be more fun than Vikings.”

“Joe.”

The children were excited and went to the playroom.

Yellow and Black also followed the children.

The nun spread a large piece of paper on the floor.

“Come on, wear art clothes because you can’t get it on your clothes.”

Hyeonjeong-i, Eun-woo, and Jeong-woo wore art aprons, and their limbs were also wrapped in tosi.

“Now, if you put paint on your hands and feet and walk like this, it becomes a pretty picture.”

A nun put blue paint on her palm and stamped it on paper.

“Wow, blue palms.”

“It reminds me of the ghost palm I saw in the magic apartment. Blue palms? Yellow hands?”

Jung-woo burst into tears at Hyun-jeong's prank.

“The ghost. scared. Don’t do it.”

Jung-woo was closely attached to Eun-woo.

“It’s Ganchana Jungwoo. Kishin is awesome. Don’t worry.”

Eun-woo grabbed Jung-woo's hand and patted him.

“Mia. I don't know how to be afraid Can you lend me my headband?”

Hyeonjeong tried to lend her headband as an apology.

"no."

Jungwoo shook his head.

Sister Maria Kim smiled at her children.

“Jungwoo, lending me a headband is because Hyunjung noona wants to apologize. Hyeonjeong-i noona's headband is very important. But Jungwoo is a boy, so he doesn't like headbands, right? The important thing is that I want to apologize, so will my Hyeonjeong accept my sister's apology?"

Jungwoo nodded his head with tears in his eyes.“Now, let’s start playing with paint.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

Jung-woo crawls on all fours with yellow paint on his palm and red paint on the soles of his feet.

“Uh-huh, Nya is Saja.”

Jungwoo pretended to be a lion.

Hyeonjeong put black paint on the soles of his feet, and then his guns and guns ran.

“I am an alien.”

Eunwoo put pink paint on her palms and green paint on her soles.

“I am an orangutani.”

Eun-woo pretended to be an orangutan and walked on his two feet, waving his hands over his head.

“Wow, hey hey jingjae orangutan gata.”

“Hehehehehehehe.”

"Meow."

At that moment, Yellowy stepped on the yellow paint and passed by.

The yellow paint on Yellowy's feet was also imprinted on the paper.

“Yellow feet contribute.”

Eunwoo admired Yellow's yellow footprints.

"Meow."

Blackbird came to the side and wept lowly.

“I’m jealous, I’m jealous. Hehe. Contribute.”

Eunwoo patted the blackbird.

A blackbird passed by and put black paint on its tail.

The blackbird's tail drew a line on the paper.

“Heh heh heh. Black tail brush. Is not it?"

“Yeah, the black cat is a genius, right? 🥺”

“I think the black man is an art genius. Are you going to send our yellow and black cats to New York?”

Eun-woo imagined yellow and black-eyed debuting at the New York Museum of Art.

‘Yellow and Black-eyed get applause and people buy the paintings Yellow and Black-eyed painted. Then it will be really fun.’

Jung-woo listened to Eun-woo and started crying.

"eye patch. 🥺🥺 Then the yellow and black ones are all pretty. hem."

“Yellow and black don’t go together. Don't worry. Jungwoo.”

Eun-woo thought while comforting Jung-woo.

‘Wow, three years old is really hard. A five-year-old can understand to some extent. Three years old is really hard. Come on, Jungwoo, turn five quickly.’

The door to the playroom opened and Siwoo, Jiho, Junsu, Yuna and Hyerin entered.

When Hyerin saw the children playing with paint, she cried.

“Let’s play with paint, too.”

Jungwoo pursed his lips.

“Oh, aren’t we born?”

Hyeonjeong also stood next to Jungwoo and shouted.

"that's right. how bad We don’t intervene.”

"Sorry. Hey guys. I'll put it on next time."

Sister Maria Kim moderated her children.

“Now, will Jungwoo, Eunwoo, and Hyeonjeong ride a Viking, and Siwoo, Jiho, Junsu, Yuna and Hyerin will play with paint?”

"Yes."

While Siwoo, Jiho, Junsu, Yuna and Hyerin were putting on their aprons, Jungwoo, Eunwoo, and Hyunjeongi went out to the living room to ride the Vikings.

Jung-woo and Eun-woo rode on the right, and Hyun-jeong rode on the left.

"Wow."

When Sister Maria Kim pushed the Vikings, the babies were excited.

“Hehehehehehehe.”

As if Jung-woo was scared, he held Eun-woo's hand tightly.

“Jungwoo, I’m not afraid of Hyeonah. I'm not afraid of a single five-year-old."

“Hey, aren’t you scared at all if I’m a five-year-old too?”

“Yeah, I’m not afraid of any of the five.”

“I’m fast going from five to ten.”

Jung-woo looked up to Eun-woo.

Hyun-jung sat across from her and screamed.

"Ouch"

Jung-woo covered his ears because of Hyeon-jeong's noise.

“It’s too noisy. Are you sick?”

Hyeonjeong lowered his voice, only opened his mouth and let out a silent scream.

“Because those eyes are so open.”

Jung-woo looked at Hyun-jeong and shook his head.

Eun-woo found Hyun-jeong's expression so much fun.

Eun-woo followed Hyeon-jeong and imitated screaming with only his mouth open.

“Why are you like this?”

“Is it fun? hehehehe you do it too it's jungwoo Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

“Heh heh heh heh. 🥺🥺 This is it.”

Although Jung-woo was strange, he followed Eun-woo.

Sister Maria Kim smiled as she saw her three babies screaming silently with only her mouths open.

'The pranksters. From now on, grow up flawlessly as you are now.’

***

Jason opened the e-mail sent by Eunwoo.

'There is an attachment. What is this?'

When I clicked on the file, the song Eunwoo made came out.

“My apologies for being generous.

Do you remember the first time we met?

My mother who hugged me warmly.

It’s too big.”

Hearing the clear and beautiful voice of Eunwoo, Jason fell into memories.

‘From the moment I remember, only my mother started going to the hospital with me.

There was nothing my mother didn't do because I was sick.

She worked in a doll factory and even cleaned the bathroom. However, hospital bills were always insufficient. Daddy she drove a taxi and you two always looked tired because of me. So I couldn't talk about being sick.

Because it seemed like the two of us who were tired would have a harder time if we talked about being sick.

Sometimes I used to think like that.

If I hadn't been born, my mom and dad would have lived a happier life than now. why am i sick Why am I not healthy? Thinking like that made me endlessly depressed.

Mom always looked at me and smiled. And he told me a lot of interesting stories. In the fairy tale my mother told me, I was a warrior who defeated dragons and a prince who saved a country from ruin by drowning in magic. When I listened to her mother's story, I could forget that I was sick. Because in the story, I was no longer sick and weak.’

As he listened to the song, Jason wept at the thought of his mother.

As Jason was listening to the song, the door opened and Jason's mother, Mary, entered.

“Would you like some pizza, Jason?”

“Hold on a bit.”

“What song is this?”

Mary asked as she sat down next to Jason.

“Please don't cry for me. 🥺🥺

My mother's eyes are sadder than my pain.

Mom is the person I love the most in the world

My mom is my mother, so I'm so young.Even if the cigar flows, my dear, I come back to the world

Will we ever see each other again?”

As Mary listened to Eun-woo's song, she burst into tears without knowing it.

‘It’s like Jason is talking to me.’

Jason was a weak child from birth. He was ill for no reason, and he traveled from hospital to hospital, and it was when Jason was 24 months that he learned the name of Progeria.

‘When I first found out that Jason was progeria, it felt like the sky was falling.’

It was a time he thought he would never be able to stand.

It was his love for Jason that made it last.

‘If I could save you by giving my life, I would do it.’

Mary was upset that Jason couldn't play like her age.

'He never ran on the playground for fear of breaking a bone. One day, my heart suddenly hurts, and one day I suddenly have a headache.’

It was a heartbreaking pain to see his son aging faster than himself.

'But Jason's mom is happy because she's your mother. Even now.'

It must have hurt a lot, but Jason never got annoyed when he was in the hospital. He is a warm son who always tells his mother that he loves him first.

Mary was afraid that one day he would suddenly lose sight of Jason.

“Mom, don’t cry.”

Jason wiped the tears from Mary's eyes.

“This song was made by a friend of mine. okay? This is a song for mom.”

Mary was surprised to hear the words her friend coming out of Jason's mouth.

She said, 'Jason had a friend. Jason thought he didn't like talking to his peers.'

Dry and wrinkled skin like an old man in his 80s. Because of his age-stained face, Jason didn't like talking to strangers he had met.

'He's Jason's first friend.'

Mary told Jason.

“When are you going to invite me to your house?”

"Yes."

Jason sent a reply to Eunwoo.

[Hi. Eunwoo.

Thank you for the song you made for me. I think my mom likes that song too.

In return for making a song, she wants to invite me to my house. Can you come?

I miss you, but you live in Korea and I live in America, so if you can't come, feel free to tell me.

Thanks for being my friend.]

Bori received Jason's mail and cried.

“Dog-meong (Eunwoo-ya, I got an email from Jason. Would you like to check it?)”

"really?"

Eun-woo heard Bo-ri's words and came to the tablet.

“Dog-meong (Jason says he likes the song you made. Jason’s mom likes it too.)”

“Wow, you’re welcome.”

“Dog-meong (Jason wants to invite you over?)”

“Yeah, Jace, I have to go play Jibe.”

“Dog-meong (But when are you going to America? Shouldn’t you ask Gildong hyung? Should I check the schedule?)”

“I have to tell Gil-dong and Hyo-ah.”

Eunwoo called Gildong on the kids phone.

“Hey, how about going to America?”

“I think an appointment will be made soon. Because we decided to release our next album in America.”

“Chinggu, who lives poorly, told me to come and play. When are you going?”

"Well. I'll let you know when I have an exact schedule."

“Yes, yes, yes.”

Gildong hung up the phone and tilted his head.

‘When did Eun-woo make friends in America? Before I knew it.’

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