His eyes and face were so familiar. It was the same empty expression I always made after losing my mother.
āIt was then that things got weird. Not the ones who always protected us, but the others brought my dead mother and I out of there. After thatā¦ā
Before I knew it, my dad got up and held me in one hand before putting his hand on my brotherās head.
āIām sorry. I didnāt know you existed. I gave you a hard time.ā
My brotherās eyes, who had been pretending to be okay and fine all along, turned red.
No one could even breathe. I just looked at him. As if he were used to this, my brother quickly calmed down.
āItās okay. Itās not like that. I didnāt mean for you to comfort me. At least my sister⦠I just said it because I thought she should know about my motherās deathā¦ā
āBut you grew up bravely.ā
āEven so⦠I canāt say anything. There are⦠I said it because it came to mind after she touched me earlier. I canāt tell you what happened to me.ā
As if he didnāt hate the touch of his hair being touched, he accepted it and opened his eyes.
āā¦It looks like thereās a curse on me.ā
I thought everything was going well. Now we could find the person who locked him up and the one who brought him here so we can know whoās been bothering Dad and us. I thought so. But thereās always another wall blocking us.
āā¦ā
My brother, who had been mumbling for a long time at my dadās question, only nodded his head heavily.
It was then when my father, who had been keeping his composure until now, got excited.
āHow dare they put a curse on my child for no one else.ā
Dad was so angry that the floor shook. However, my twin shook his head as if he was very dissatisfied with it.
āDonāt pretend to be my dad now. Iām not even going to call you ādadā.ā
āBut the fact that Iām a dad hasnāt changedā¦ā
āI never admitted it.ā
āWell yes.ā
āButā¦ā
It was then when my twinās eyes, who had been giving off a sharp energy until just now, changed.
āWhat?ā
āMy sister⦠took good care of me. I liked it a bit.ā
My brother, who calmed the thorns that sprouted for a short time, looked at me with a grin.
āIāll take good care of you too.ā
āOkay, but I donāt like that.ā
At the same time, my brotherās eyes stared at my dad. There was no way I didnāt know that look.
āJust do it even if you donāt like it! Take everything my dad does for me! Thatās how youāve lived so you can do that! I can do that too!ā
I hoped someone would say this. Just like my twin, he raised his lips. With a silly smile, he tried to hold back his laughter.
āI canāt help it when my sister says that. Fine, then Dad. No. What are you going to do for me?ā
After a momentās hesitation, my dad smiled and nodded.
āAllen, you guide him. If you say youāre a special guest, everyone will know.ā
āDonāt worry. A guy who looks just like Bebe is also my brother.ā
āOkay.ā
āā¦If I make you sad, Bebe will be sad too, right?ā
The first question was directed to my dad and the second to me. I shook my head at Allen, who was a wreck.
āYes! Iāll be sad. You have to be nice to him. You have to take good care of him and treat him like me.ā
āā¦Tch. I donāt like it, but I get it. You, follow me.ā
āIsnāt my sister coming with me?ā
My twin, who looked at Allen and I alternately, had a very troubled expression on his face.
āYes! Iām coming later. I need to talk to my dad. You can go ahead because youāre brave, right?ā
My brother, who mumbled, finally said he had no choice and headed towards the door.
āIām always brave. Itās not because itās Bebe. I mean⦠Iām out!ā
Then he coolly went out the door. Of course, my brother hesitated a bit and his voice trembled, but now I was more worried about my dad than my twin.
I turned to my dad, who pretended to be fine and told a good lie in front of us.
āBebe, donāt worry. Iām going toā¦ā
Even now, he stretched his cheeks, pretending to be fine.
āDonāt pretend to be fine. Itās not okay⦠I know. I know. You can be sad too. Adults can also be sad.ā