“I am Patrick Kwon.”
Patrice felt her whole world stopping at the moment.
Patrick Kwon.
Why does that sound familiar? She stared at this “Patrick Kwon” guy in front of her. She scrutinized every feature in his face. And yes.
He had her mother’s eyes and lips. And her dad’s nose and contour of the face.
He flashed a simple smile. “I know you are not convinced right now. I know that you have been through a lot. You have lived on your own without mom and dad. You have experienced life cruelness. But don’t you worry, I did too. As matter of fact, I am still. Until now.” He started.
Patrice looked at him without uttering a word. What do you all expect her to tell him?
She can’t just accept him the way he is. She experienced being alone. She was all alone all her life. As a matter o
