I wanted to become a singer.
There wasn't any grand reason.
I just liked listening to songs, and I fooled myself into thinking I had talent.
Yeah—fooled myself.
I didn't have any talent for singing.
Even so, when I was younger, I actually sang fairly well. At school festivals, people praised me when I sang, and I even won awards.
But that was the limit. Good for an ordinary person—that was the extent of my talent. I didn't have anything beyond that.
And yet, I didn't give up on becoming a singer. No—I couldn't. I'd been running toward that dream for so long that giving up felt like I'd have nothing left. I just couldn't let it go.
Still, I somehow managed to debut and even release an album. It disappeared without a trace—that was all.
But I didn't stop. I kept chasing the dream of being a singer.
When I ran out of living expenses, I borrowed money from my mom and my younger sibling. I said nonsense like, "I'll pay it all back once I succeed someday," and kept borrowing more.
My mom and my sibling quietly handed me the money.
I knew that money was my sibling's tuition.
I already knew I was draining my family dry.
That was exactly why I couldn't give up.
Then one day, my mom passed away. Overwork.
My breath caught in my throat.
After that, all I had left was singing and my sibling.
Stupidly, I clung to singing even harder. I already knew I couldn't succeed, but I couldn't accept it. I truly believed that one day I'd make it—prove it to everyone—and repay my sibling, who had suffered because of me.
And the one who woke me up from that delusion… was none other than my sibling.
The sibling who had always cheered me on with a smile cried in front of me for the first time.
They didn't blame me.
They didn't curse at me.
They just quietly cried… and softly whispered,
"...I had my own dream too."
Leaving just that one line behind, my sibling disappeared.
After that, they never appeared in front of me again.
And just like that, I lost everything.
My life is a failure.
I drained my family dry and stubbornly clung to my pride.
And as a result, I was left with nothing.
My mom's life, my sibling's life, and my own life—I ruined them all.
I lived every day in regret. If I were given one more chance, I would never live like that again.
"Son. It's vacation—you're not planning to sleep in all day, are you?"
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