My Brilliant Life Page #3

- Bye!

Are you going to the pediatrics

or the geriatrics?

What?

Can't you even catch?

Here it comes!

Catch it properly!

It's your fault!

Whatever!

Screw you!

Stop it!

You can't say that to me!

Grandpa.

- He's a grandpa!

- No, he's not!

Look at his wrinkly face!

Amen

This patient has progeria.

Pro-what?

It's called progeria. They age much faster.

I see.

Oh Lord...

Please begin.

- Reach out...

- Reach out...

- your sick hands...

- your sick hands...

- towards Jesus.

- towards Jesus.

Who are you?

What are you doing?

Are you his family?

Yeah, I'm his dad.

What?

- They look alike, right?

- Indeed.

- Hallelujah!

- Hallelujah!

Sir...

This child is a message.

He's a message sent by God to us sinners!

Ma'am!

My child is not a message,

his name is Han Ahreum! Leave us!

- Save your soul...

- Get out of here! Go!

But sir!

- Let's pray together!

- No need.

In the name of Holy Father,

Progeria Satan, go away!

Afternoon.

- This is for Ahreum.

- Thank you.

These are gifts from the viewers.

Even the books that you like.

You must be thrilled!

Ahreum, open this too.

What's this?

It's a game console!

Wow!

Thank you for your e-mail.

Thank you for wishing me luck

rather than good health.

You be well too, sincerely Han Ahreum.

"Mail sent"

"Inbox"

"Lee Suh-ha

- I read your e-mail"

I read your e-mail a hundred times.

I laughed at first, but I realized it later,

that you're afraid.

But I'm glad that you liked the word 'luck'.

Could I write you again?

What's wrong with my e-mail?

"REPLY"

Thank you for your letter.

I was hesitant when I first read your e-mail.

Fearing that it was a prank.

"He wants to be your friend,

you two look identical."

"if I were you, I'd KILL MYSELF haha"

"You're repenting for your past life."

Sorry for the misunderstanding.

I don't know how sick you are,

but get well soon.

Honestly.

If it's okay, write me back. So long.

'If it's okay, write me back'

I laughed quite a bit reading that.

You express your feelings rather humorously.

I wanted to comfort you with this song.

I hope that this song

and I could be your true friends.

Good night.

Follow-up episode?

No, he's too frail.

Mira, listen.

I understand, I do. But it's from the top.

Please think of my position too.

It went so well last time.

I know, but we...

Anyway, we just can't do it.

Look, Mira...

- You're up?

- Yeah.

I want to do the show.

What?

You don't have to. We got enough donation...

I'll do it, I don't mind.

I know you did the show

so I don't have to work.

You're so smart...

You could've gone to Harvard.

But if dad finds out you're doing this for him,

he won't be happy.

It's okay. Dad'll never find out.

Where did he go on his day off?

"Morning Sickness Pill"

Why aren't you eating?

Mom, are you sick?

It's nothing, just vitamins.

Where the heck is he?

Go away! Go away!

He's our grim reaper!

Go away! Go away!

Bro, let's go!

This is pretty tough line of work.

Good work, boss.

Let's go to a spa.

Don't call me that.

Thank you.

Hey, allow me to treat you.

Black for me.

I sent all my boys

on a rock concert security detail,

so I had to SOS you.

I'm always thankful.

Oh yeah, how's your next weekend?

What's up?

With all these concerts and festivals,

we're short staffed.

I'm always good to go!

Heard of 'Star Date'?

They're filming a live interview

with Girl's Generation,

and we need extra manpower.

Girl's Generation?

Girl's Generation...

- Seriously!

- I'm sorry, you okay?

Wait...

Judging by your son's state,

you must pray especially hard.

Our Lord listens to everyone, amen.

May you attain Buddhahood.

You'll go to hell.

Then I'll see you there.

Son of a b*tch!

Oh Lord...

I'm here, dad's here! With fried chicken!

Dad brought your favorite!

Forgetting that you need

to fast for tomorrow's test.

Nice going, bravo.

I forgot about the test...

How come you're always the one who forgets?

It was written here since the morning!

Hot dang, I ran so you could eat it

while it's hot.

Hot dang...

I'll have it after the test.

Right? Problem solved.

Drumstick's awesome when it's hot.

By the way, you never play with that gift.

- Which one?

- You know...

This one.

You didn't even open it?

No, not yet.

Ahreum, why don't you try it,

and if you don't like it...

could I have it?

Sure.

Try it now.

Right now?

Yup!

Good job.

Before the broadcast,

I thought, 'Why'd anyone help us fight this?'

It's an anonymous donation.

Whoa...

This is $10,000!

- Who would do this?

- Who knows?

Shouldn't we go thank this person?

Any contact info?

Seung-chan said it wouldn't be appropriate.

Don't work too hard.

Play with your son on your day off.

I gotta work hard, and buy him nice stuff.

And when he discharges,

we need a house without stairs.

That'd be nice.

- Dae-su?

- Yeah?

What do you want our child to be?

Why do you speak with that dialect? It's weird.

I want to teach our child Seoul dialect.

I'm practicing it now.

It's so weird!

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

It does feel a little awkward.

Anyway, what do you want him to be?

Well...

Athletic type like me?

Or musically talented like you?

You?

Someone who is loved by everyone.

That means he has to be smart AND handsome.

Yeah? I guess so.

That's the douchebag type.

Like that new transfer Seung-chan.

Mira, now that I think about it...

I don't care about anything else,

as long as he's healthy.

Yeah, that sounds perfect!

Hey, old man!

Yo, Jang!

Still a brat I see.

We're both old men.

I guess so.

You looked like a movie star.

Right?

One moment, sir.

Mr. Seung-chan!

Huh?

I wanted to thank you.

Me? For what?

For giving Suh-ha my e-mail address.

Suh-ha?

It wasn't me.

I think one of my staff gave it to her.

I'm sorry, I'll go scold them later.

No, thanks to that I got a good friend.

Oh yeah? Who is she?

I only know her name and that she's my age.

She's sick and in a hospital too.

She's sick too?

Yes.

I see.

Okay, I'll see you next week.

Yes.

Sir.

About Suh-ha, please keep it to yourself.

Okay, I got it.

Shooting again?

Yeah, the last one was well-received.

That prick sure shot a lot,

but I barely got 20 seconds.

So when will they shoot again?

Every Wednesday, once a week.

- Wednesday?

- Yeah.

Is that so?

Dear Suh-ha.

I don't know much about you.

Could you tell me something about you?

It wasn't intentional,

but I'm sorry it felt that way.

My mom died of bone marrow infection.

I have the same disease.

And dad sacrificed so much for me.

My folks gave up everything for me,

their dreams and education.

I want to be a writer.

Dad wants me to be a doctor,

so I say that to him,

but my real dream is to become a writer.

I think writers are all fabulous.

Her dream is to become a writer?

Writers are fabulous?

Dear Suh-ha.

My dream is also a writer.

I've been writing about my parents recently.

When they were both 17,

they first met deep in the woods.

My dad was suspended from school,

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