Chapter 179 Not My Home Anymore

• I stood off to the side, quietly watching. A few kids ran over, laughing and pointing excitedly.
• Several mothers followed behind, plates and spoons in hand, crouching down to feed their children. A wave of heaviness pressed against my chest.
• That used to be my role. Yuna was a picky eater. Before she turned five, she wouldn't touch anything spicy. I used to rack my brain learning how to cook dishes she'd like just so she'd eat a few more bites.