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By Annie_Austria · Posted
Thanks for your comment. As long as it is only a little idiosyncrasies here and there i hope it does not spoil the story. As this story is actually my first story completely written in English I am fine with that. Anyway if really bad once slip my proofreading or if someone would like to help me improve, let me know what I can change. Thanks Annie -
I shall!! 💕 Just got through the finding of the Little woman from the same rift as John 🥹 💞 I really like Amanda Also "Uncle Guilend" -- I adore and am stealing that! 😆 -
😈 🤣😈 Thanks for the comments! 🙂 They say consistency is key! 😇 <Bribes Kat with leftover Christmas chocolate candy.> -
By Little Sherri · Posted
Nice work with the translating; there are some little idiosyncrasies, but they just contribute to the charm of the story. -
Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Third Pillar Adam sat on the couch, red in the face, if not his entire body. He pursed his lips as he stared forward, hearing a light chuckle from Boja. At the request to make a copy of the photo and his explanation of why, Joomi had burst into gushes, hugging and rocking him, kissing him all over, saying how proud of him she was, and then ran off to make the copy and find a frame. He swallowed, trying to shake off the stun from such an overreaction (in his mind), and he cleared his throat, glancing over at the tiger. “Well, that, uh,” he stammered, raising a hand to scratch the back of his head. “That went over well.” “Indeed,” the tiger chuckled. “Did you know all that?” Adam asked as he looked over at the photos he had been looking at earlier, lifting the one of pregnant Naji. “Yes,” Boja replied. “Sort of… puts a few things into perspective,” the blonde frowned as he leaned back. “Such as?” “Gra –” Adam stopped, looking up and around to see if his mother was nearby, then mouthed, “Kang.” Boja nodded but didn’t reply, staring, expecting more. Adam shifted his lips to the side, looking back down at the smiling face of Ma Naji. Then his eyes drifted over the funeral photo, which he picked up, and sniffed. “That’s a lot of tragedy at a young age,” he frowned, looking over the happier photos from when he was younger. “One which was avoidable, if he had just… let her be… That’s gotta be rough to live with.” “Does that change what he did to you?” “Are you goading me?” he asked suspiciously, arching an eyebrow at the tiger. “No,” Boja shook his head. “I’m curious.” Adam gave a nod, waiting a beat as he stared at the tiger, then looked back down at the photos. “Of course not,” he answered, though there was uncertainty in his tone as he bit on the inside of his cheek. He began placing the photos on the cushion, laying them down in a presumed chronological order. “But I’m starting to see a bigger picture… a teenager, forced to grow up. Become the man of the family –” he began to explain, more to himself than to Boja, pointing to the funeral photo. “Probably felt he had to take care of his mother and his brothers. He was either forced to or willingly joined the same organization that killed his father… maybe to make ends meet, maybe for revenge. But he grew in the ranks enough to be bold.” As he continued, he pointed to the wedding photo, “He marries the woman he loves regardless of the optics or disapproval. He’s confident, knows he can protect her… happy, even. He bonds with his youngest brother, both of whom love someone their family doesn’t approve of,” he noted, tossing his thumb over his shoulder in the direction Joomi went with the photo to make a copy. His eyes flashed over to the funeral photo, eyeing Bom, Shik, and their mother, wondering if it was one or all of them. “Then… while he can protect his wife, he won’t always be there for his child… he seeks out help to give his firstborn a better chance in a rough world… and not only does it kill his wife, but ends up altering and nearly killing his daughter…” Boja tilted his head to the side as Adam paused, glancing over to the shoebox. He reached out, stretching his arm out to grab the box and pulled it closer to him, peering in and gently moving a few photos around. He smiled as he found a few more photos of Joomi as a child, pulling out a picture of the entire family in traditional clothing. Kang looked stern and serious, Chana was beaming with an infant Khee in her arms, a young Geon grinning with a missing front tooth, and Joomi stood with a slight smile by her father’s side. She was already taller than him, and she looked maybe 12. “None of that had to be easy,” he whispered, noting the stark contrast: Kang and Joomi’s serious expressions against Chana, Geon, and Khee’s open joy. “Do you feel sorry for him?” the tiger asked plainly, and Adam glanced over, frowning. “I do,” he admitted, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Is that dumb?” “No,” Boja stated confidently. “It’s admirable.” “But naive,” Adam asserted as he locked eyes with the tiger. He wasn’t sure he agreed with that sentiment, but he feared it and needed grounded counsel. “Does your pity for him change how dangerous he is to you?” the tiger queried. “No,” Adam shrugged, his face flickering from thoughtful to hardened and back again. “Does it change his power over you?” “No…” “Then it is not naivety. Just empathy,” the tiger concluded with a slight nod. Adam swallowed and nodded, grateful; still, he sighed as he leaned back, staring down at the photo of a young Joomi. Glancing back to the shoebox, he sifted through a few more, his eyebrows furrowing. He pulled out photo after photo of her, mostly amongst her siblings, noting that none of them had her in a school uniform. “I found a frame!” she beamed as she re-entered the room, leaning over the back of the couch and setting the frame on the cushion next to him. “The copy is printing.” “Thanks!” he smiled as he glanced at the frame and looked up at her, but froze when he saw that her eyes were lingering on the photos in his lap. He swallowed at her expression and followed her gaze down to the photos in his lap, the one on top of Geon and Khee in school uniforms, though she was not. “I like these too… You were cute kids.” “Geon and Khee were adorable,” she giggled softly, tapping the top of his head gently. “This is from Khee’s first day in Elementary.” “You were, too,” Adam curled his nose up in irritation, immediately honing in on her self-avoidance. He heard her scoff, and he quickly shifted through the photos, pulling out one of her with Geon, who looked like a toddler. It was a candid photo of her presenting him with a plate of play food, and Adam grabbed it, holding it up to her. It was one of the few photos where she looked genuinely happy. “See? Cute!” “Very!” she bubbled as she took the photo, her eyes clearly looking at her brother. “He had such a cute laugh when he was little.” “Eomma,” the blonde nearly growled, glaring at her. “You were a cute kid, too.” She looked down at him, and for a moment, he could see she wanted to contest him again, but she shifted suddenly and poked his nose. “You have the cutest grumpy expression right now,” she deflected with a giggle, handed him the photo, and quickly fled back down the hall, strolling through the baby gate that flickered at her presence. Adam blinked, disarmed by his confusion for a few stunned seconds, then squinted over at Boja. “What the hellllllo was that about?” he asked as he glanced down the hall, unwilling to test her hearing range with his language. “Look at the photos, cub,” Boja replied with an incline of his head. “She was taller than you are now by the time she was two.” “So?” he scoffed as he scanned the photos and slowly noted how often she physically diminished herself. She was constantly sitting, often on the floor, or kneeling. Then, as he looked closer, he saw that she often angled her body, keeping her brown eye towards the camera and obscuring her blue one. He frowned. “I guess… Not only being the only child of the first marriage, but being… that much more different… must have been difficult,” he sighed, lifting a hand to scratch the back of his head. “She must have thought she was…” Adam trailed off as he closed his eyes, the word catching in his throat. “A freak,” Boja obliged, and Adam’s eyes flew open to glare at the tiger. His ears flattened, and he mumbled defensively, “Not my words.” “…Hers?” the blonde gasped, looking horrified when the tiger nodded. While he had already recognized Joomi as the tallest person he had ever seen, it hadn’t meant much to him. All Amazons were giants in his eyes, so the varying levels of huge didn’t register as important, just as facts. If anything, now he wondered why she didn’t stomp around like a queen amongst peasants, considering how often height was important. He squinted at that thought… and glanced to Boja, frowning. “She doesn’t… still think that… does she?” “I don’t know for certain,” he replied at a low volume. “But there must be a reason you did not know what she looked like, nor how to find her, before you came.” “Fudge,” Adam cursed under his breath, feeling like the wind was knocked out of him with the exhale. He looked down at the photos, his thumb running over the shoulder of the tall child who was Joomi, barely registering her footsteps approaching the couch from behind. She leaned over the couch to show him the two photos that looked identical. “Oh wow,” he marveled as he leaned forward, only able to tell which was older by the yellowing of the original’s backside. He picked up the frame and handed it to her, silently asking her to set it up. As she did so, Adam collected the photos he had been looking at, including the ones of Naji and the young Ma brothers. “Eomma, may I have copies of more, please?” “Of course,” she purred softly, leaning forward to look at the stack in his hand after the frame clicked into place. She frowned as he held up the stack, and he countered it with a smile. “Oh, agaya, these…” she trailed off as she took the stack from him, her eyes falling on the top photo of her sitting next to her standing siblings. “Please?” he implored as he stood up on the cushion and turned around to face her, stabilizing himself on the soft surface by putting his hands on the back. “They don’t need to be on display or in frames… I’ll even keep them in a drawer, if you want. But I really like them. Please?” Joomi couldn’t help but smile at him, that light in her eyes returning momentarily as she reached a hand out to rub her thumb on his cheek. “Okay,” she whispered, handing him the framed photo. “I’ll get them started.” “Thank you,” he smiled and looked down at the photo. He noted that she walked away, staring down at the stack, and he jerked his head up. “Eomma?” “Yes?” She paused in her step, looking over her shoulder back at him. “I love you,” he professed with a deep sense of conviction. He had meant it every time he said it, yet in this moment, the words felt more powerful and more real than ever before. Perhaps it was the way her face lit up in response, or the warmth in his chest he felt at acknowledging the feeling, or both… All he really knew was that he truly meant it. “I love you too, agaya,” she swooned after a beat, placing a hand on her chest as she flushed before she continued down the hall with a little more pep in her step. Adam smiled widely as he watched her, and once she disappeared into the room, he turned to face Boja, raising his eyebrows at him excitedly. The tiger tilted his head to the side, expecting some kind of explanation or declaration, but the blonde eagerly jumped off the couch and began making all waddling haste to his room without another word. “Cub?” the tiger puzzled, and when the Little didn’t respond, he stood up from his bed and followed him into the nursery. “Adam?” “I’ve got it, Boja,” Adam gleefully responded as he stretched on his tiptoes, sliding the framed photo on the dresser, facing the crib. “Got what?” “My kibun,” the blonde barely clarified as he stepped back, putting his hands on his hips as he beamed at his work. “I don’t understand,” the tiger replied as he stepped up beside his Little brother, looking at the photo, then down to him. “These cultural pillars,” he explained as he stared forward, throwing his arms out at nothing in particular. “One: Respect - easy enough -” Boja snorted. “To understand,” Adam amended, grinning knowingly and pointing a finger up at the tiger. “I’m working on it. And the second - obedience, piety, hierarchy, status, yadda yadda… again, easy enough. As a Little, I’ve been at the bottom of the ladder my whole life anyway, so, sure. Understood.” Boja looked down at him, tilting his head to the side, but Adam didn’t want to linger on it. “But the third one… Eomma said something that’s stuck with me, but I haven’t really known what to do about it,” he mused as he was building to his point, and the energy was oozing off of him. “Helping the sick, the needy, the disabled… but it’s a pillar, Boja. We all contribute, as a collective, to each other. So I’m sick, right? But taking care of me doesn’t mean I can’t take care of someone in turn. I’m not a dead end for kibun – there are a lot of kinds of sicknesses out there.” He took in a deep breath, his face lighting up with joy, ambition, and purpose. “Eomma. Grandpa. Maybe Uncle Mung… these are deep wounds that this family –” he paused as he considered his words, and placed a hand on the tiger’s leg. “That our family has and they need healing, Boja. That’s what I’m going to do. That’s it - that’s my kibun.” “Okay,” Boja replied quietly, then paused for a long moment. “Now it’s naivety.” “Shut up,” Adam chuckled as he wrapped his arm around the tiger’s leg and leaned his head against it. “I can do this… I have to do this.” “Very well,” Boja nodded, looking down at him. “And I will help.”
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