One more thing I love and I can relate to is Woo Won being unable to hate his father even if he was a shitty and disgusting father. Woo Won still had good, even if they were very little, memories of him. I also don't like my father one bit. Although he is not that level of bad, he's not good at all But I have a few very good memories with him that I never want to forget. It's like those rare moments of warmth became an anchor; they represent the version of a father I always deserved to have, making it impossible to completely let go. It’s a strange kind of grief mourning the relationship you wish you had, while fiercely protecting the tiny fragments of goodness you actually got. Even when he's being bad, I still can't make myself hate him because of those memories. Those moments felt safe, and more than anything, if I could, I want to live in those memories once more but I'm still so happy woo won's dad died i hope he rots in hell
One more thing I love and I can relate to is Woo Won being unable to hate his father even if he was a shitty and disgusting father. Woo Won still had good, even if they were very little, memories of him. I also don't like my father one bit. Although he is not that level of bad, he's not good at all But I have a few very good memories with him that I never want to forget. It's like those rare moments of warmth became an anchor; they represent the version of a father I always deserved to have, making it impossible to completely let go. It’s a strange kind of grief mourning the relationship you wish you had, while fiercely protecting the tiny fragments of goodness you actually got. Even when he's being bad, I still can't make myself hate him because of those memories. Those moments felt safe, and more than anything, if I could, I want to live in those memories once more but I'm still so happy woo won's dad died i hope he rots in hell