His eyes and face were so familiar. It was the same empty expression I always made after losing my mother.
âIt 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 thatâ¦â
Before I knew it, my dad got up and held me in one hand before putting his hand on my brotherâs head.
âIâm sorry. I didnât know you existed. I gave you a hard time.â
My brotherâs 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.
âItâs okay. Itâs not like that. I didnât mean for you to comfort me. At least my sister⦠I just said it because I thought she should know about my motherâs deathâ¦â
âBut you grew up bravely.â
âEven so⦠I canât say anything. There are⦠I said it because it came to mind after she touched me earlier. I canât tell you what happened to me.â
As if he didnât hate the touch of his hair being touched, he accepted it and opened his eyes.
ââ¦It looks like thereâs a curse on me.â
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 whoâs been bothering Dad and us. I thought so. But thereâs always another wall blocking us.
ââ¦â
My brother, who had been mumbling for a long time at my dadâs question, only nodded his head heavily.
It was then when my father, who had been keeping his composure until now, got excited.
âHow dare they put a curse on my child for no one else.â
Dad was so angry that the floor shook. However, my twin shook his head as if he was very dissatisfied with it.
âDonât pretend to be my dad now. Iâm not even going to call you âdadâ.â
âBut the fact that Iâm a dad hasnât changedâ¦â
âI never admitted it.â
âWell yes.â
âButâ¦â
It was then when my twinâs eyes, who had been giving off a sharp energy until just now, changed.
âWhat?â
âMy sister⦠took good care of me. I liked it a bit.â
My brother, who calmed the thorns that sprouted for a short time, looked at me with a grin.
âIâll take good care of you too.â
âOkay, but I donât like that.â
At the same time, my brotherâs eyes stared at my dad. There was no way I didnât know that look.
âJust do it even if you donât like it! Take everything my dad does for me! Thatâs how youâve lived so you can do that! I can do that too!â
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.
âI canât help it when my sister says that. Fine, then Dad. No. What are you going to do for me?â
After a momentâs hesitation, my dad smiled and nodded.
âAllen, you guide him. If you say youâre a special guest, everyone will know.â
âDonât worry. A guy who looks just like Bebe is also my brother.â
âOkay.â
ââ¦If I make you sad, Bebe will be sad too, right?â
The first question was directed to my dad and the second to me. I shook my head at Allen, who was a wreck.
âYes! Iâll be sad. You have to be nice to him. You have to take good care of him and treat him like me.â
ââ¦Tch. I donât like it, but I get it. You, follow me.â
âIsnât my sister coming with me?â
My twin, who looked at Allen and I alternately, had a very troubled expression on his face.
âYes! Iâm coming later. I need to talk to my dad. You can go ahead because youâre brave, right?â
My brother, who mumbled, finally said he had no choice and headed towards the door.
âIâm always brave. Itâs not because itâs Bebe. I mean⦠Iâm out!â
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.
âBebe, donât worry. Iâm going toâ¦â
Even now, he stretched his cheeks, pretending to be fine.
âDonât pretend to be fine. Itâs not okay⦠I know. I know. You can be sad too. Adults can also be sad.â
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