Chapter 2: This is not a warehouse, but a house…?

“Ugh… how did it come to this….”

I’m currently at the community center.

This is because the government instructed anyone who contracted TS disease to come to the community center first.

On my way to the community center, I almost melted because I hadn’t felt the sunlight in a long time.

-Ding dong

“Number 55, please come forward!”

As if to tell me to stop talking nonsense, my number was called.

I trudged over and went through the procedures for TS disease.

First, getting my resident registration card reissued, and then receiving a support fund.

The support fund wasn’t much, but it wasn’t a small amount either.

-Vrrr

As I left the community center, I contacted my family.

My mom and dad were worried, but they also comforted me.

But there was one variable.

That variable was my older sister.

Yi Si Eun.

She is 27 years old.

Unlike me, my sister is exceptional.

But she never pays attention to me, who has no talent or special qualities.

So I was worried that I might be treated coldly if I called her.

But I thought, ‘She’s family, so she’ll at least worry a little,’ and made the call.

-Ring ring ring ring

The ringing tone gets longer.

Just when I thought my sister was ignoring my call as always, after about eight rings, she picked up.

[Hello.]

It was my sister’s voice, clearly showing her annoyance.

It was the reaction I expected.

“Uh… Sis…”

[What is it, you? Why does your voice sound like that?]

My voice was different from what she was used to hearing.

Her tone changed, with a hint of worry and interest.

“Well… I… got TS disease…”

[Huh, TS disease? That’s funny. Where are you? I’ll come now.]

My sister chuckled and suddenly said she was coming here.

Why is she like this?

Normally, she would have said, ‘So what? Why should I care?’

Besides, her tone changed.

Was she always like this?

When I got home, my sister was there.

My sister, whom I hadn’t seen in 4-5 years, looked the same as before.

No, she seemed to have a slightly better complexion.

It must be evidence that she’s been living well.

When I approached her, she thought I was a lost child and approached me kindly, asking if I was lost.

“Uh… Sis… It’s me, Yun Ho…”

“Oh, is that so? By the way, you’ve gotten a lot smaller.”

Saying that, my sister teased me with a smirk, without any sign of surprise.

It’s the first time I’ve seen her like this.

Wait.

Have I ever seen her smile?

“So… why are you here…?”

“You must be new to being a woman, right? So I came to help you adjust and to see how you’re living.”

“I can adjust on my own…”

“Tsk.”

My sister cut me off and expressed her displeasure.

She probably didn’t like my attitude of talking back.

She used to do this to me when I talked back to her when we were kids.

It’s nice to remember the old days… my
fcking as, it’s not nice at all.

How many people would like such a memory?

“So… just open the door quickly.”

“Oh, okay…”

I fumbled and brought my sister to the door of my house and opened it.

Her reaction was like, ‘This is… a house…?’

“Sis, why do you look like that?”

“No… you’re saying this is a house, not a warehouse…?”

That’s too much.