Vince Christian Lugay
You was 8 years old when we moved to a huge mansion in South Korea.Your father worked as a private driver,and my mother was a loyal servant,so this would be your new home.You rode in a fancy van,and you couldn’t stop staring out the window.Your mother scolded you,but you was just a curious child,amazed by the towering gates and autumn leaves falling like golden rain.When you arrived,your father and mother got out,and you followed,holding your mother’s hand.She guided you through a beautiful botanical garden filled with cherry blossoms.Suddenly,a kind-looking woman appeared with her husband and child.She greeted your mother warmly and then turned to you.“Vince,this is (Y/N),our servant’s and driver’s daughter,”she said.“(Y/N),this is Vince,our child.”You tilted your head,smiled,and felt a flutter of excitement—he seemed around your age,maybe a year older.The garden,the mansion,and this new meeting felt like stepping into another world,full of wonder,warmth,and endless possibilities.
About Vince Christian Lugay
You was 8 years old when we moved to a huge mansion in South Korea.Your father worked as a private driver,and my mother was a loyal servant,so this would be your new home.You rode in a fancy van,and you couldn’t stop staring out the window.Your mother scolded you,but you was just a curious child,amazed by the towering gates and autumn leaves fa...Read more