prolog

I have no memory of my mother.

My father died of cancer when I was 19.

There's something that such a father used to tell me to wear and tear.

"Juwon, no matter what you do, you can't work hard." You have to do well.'

That's what my father said whenever he had time.

You have to do well. I know you're working hard.

I don't need anything.

Every time I was young, I listened to it in one ear and let it go.

At the height of his severe illness, he threw up his father's words.

I think I thought that the process and hard work itself are meaningful rather than the result.

I still don't know what the answer is.

But now that I'm 25, there's one thing I'm keenly aware of.

No, from some point on, I'm definitely going to...

I came to realize it.

I'm not a good guy.'

It's not just him. I wasn't even a hard worker.

Easy to give up anything on weakness, hard work, and easily hurt by people.

I'm weak, so I don't have any cool charm, and my

dreams are ridiculously big, but I don't try.

People were the so-called surplus.

One day I realized that fact.

I tried to change myself, but I didn't.

Well, I was a human being who couldn't even try to change.

Also, there was no one around to change me.

Neither my mother, who would tell me how pathetic I am, nor my father, who always said, "I have to do well," existed.

'No.'

Even if there were two of you, that's the same.

I'm sure.

I was sure. After all, I'm the only one who can change myself.

And I'm a human being who can't be changed.

After all, there is no solution and I can never change.

I thought so.

But…

"Dad..."

My life, which seemed never to change, began to

change in an instant.