C337 Fear and Trepidation

His father spoke coldly. He was only six years old, hiding behind the door, biting his lips, taking out the album he had prepared long ago, and carefully walked in front of him.

"Dad, I drew you. "

The man in his memories stretched out his hand and looked at the drawing that he had prepared for nearly half a year. The cold corners of Min's mouth curled up together.

"I'm not doing proper work