The idea of unpacking has Heeseung sighing internally.

He doesn’t have a lot of stuff but they are quite

heavy and the limbs of a seven-year-old can only accomplish so much. The heat of the sun only worsens
his mood as he carries a box labeled Heeseung’s gaming stuff in a chicken scratch handwriting to bring it
inside.

“Careful there,” his dad warns. Heeseung nods as a response. He certainly has to be cautious since it’s his
valuable possession.

A tiny child, perhaps around his age, appears out of nowhere as Heeseung pulls the box to the side of the
truck. The stranger with brown puppy eyes smiles brightly at him. “Hi! I live over there—” He points at
the house with a dilapidated yard across the street. “Need some help?”

Normally, Heeseung would be eager to be assisted, but he’s in an awful mood. And the kid is kinda weird.
As he waits for Heeseung’s response, he bounces on his heels.

“It’s okay. There’s no need,” Heeseung respectfully replies. His mother taught him proper manners.

“No need to be polite,” the youngster insists, reaching up and collecting the box Heeseung had slid to the
edge of the table. “I want to help you!”