"DAD, Gunwoo wants ice cream."
"It's too early for ice cream, baby," Garam said while shaking his head. Yes, it was hard to say 'no' to his son, but there were times when he had to toughen up. Just now. "But you can have ice cream later, after your blood transfusion."
"Are they going to prick Gunwoo with needles again, Dad?"
"Yes. I'm sorry, baby. It must have hurt, right?"
"Gunwoo is okay, Dad. Gunwoo is a big boy now, so Gunwoo won't cry."
"It's okay to cry if you're in pain, baby. That won't make you less of a big boy."
"Really, Dad?"
"Yes, baby. You can cry. There's no shame in showing emotions."
"But I'm a boy…"
"So what? Boys can cry, too."
Gunwoo's face beamed. "Okay, Dad. Gunwoo will cry if Gunwoo is in pain."
"Very good, baby," Garam said, kissing his son on the forehead. "Gunwoo-ya."
"Yes, Dad?"
"Do you want to meet your other daddy again?"
Gunwoo gasped, and then he nodded eagerly. "Yes, Dad! Gunwoo wants to see Daddy again!"
Aigoo.
