Chapter 37 – Sister’s Confession – In Fact, I

I have been a winner in life since I was born.
Born into a good family, with good parents, and with a pretty face.
He was loved by many people and had a perfect childhood.

Around entering elementary school, fascinated by the story that as long as you play golf well, you don’t have to study at school or do anything else, you follow your father and start learning golf.
It suited me much better to go out and hit the ball in a wide field than to sit still and move a pencil.

When I started playing golf, people around me praised me as a genius golf girl and made a fuss.
It was nice to receive compliments, and golf itself was enjoyable.
I fell in love with golf instantly.

According to the professional teacher, I think I have a good sense anyway.
I was born with power and senses.
At least he said he was much better than the teachers at my age.

There was even a guarantee from a famous professional player.
It wasn’t just the bragging rights of parents who couldn’t afford their children.
From then on, my parents seriously decided to raise me as a golf player.

Dad took me to the golf course every day. Her mother also did her best to help her father and me focus on golf.
My house was revolving around me before I knew it. Mom and Dad were looking at me.

Although golf seems complex, it is surprisingly simple.
Anyway, all you have to do is put the ball into the hole cup.

But the other kids didn’t seem to think so.
It’s hard? Difficult?
Why can’t we just do what the adults tell us to do?
I couldn’t understand the children my age who cried when things didn’t go their way.

Get good grades and receive praise. At some point, it became a very natural thing for me.
I got used to being expected and living up to those expectations.

Comparing myself to the other kids around me made me realize that I was special, even if I didn’t like it.
I was really a genius.

At the elementary school level, I was invincible.
Unless I made a few mistakes, I never missed a win.
Thanks to the pretty face she inherited from her mother, there were times when she was treated beyond her skills.
Perhaps because of her parents’ connections, she appeared on TV several times with the title of genius golf girl.

If I don’t stop playing golf, this life will probably go on forever.
I was vaguely thinking that.
But that smooth life came to an abrupt end.

After Jinseon. A boy whose mother brought her from somewhere.
One day, he suddenly came into the circle of our family.

Mama said she was my little brother, but she said she didn’t need a sister anymore.
Not very cute was any different from her little sister, Miso, and she hated it because it was frustrating to be curled up in a corner like a kitten in the rain.

Why is this kid at my house?
Is it something like noblesse oblige or celebrities contributing to society?
Shouldn’t that be done with a modest donation?
I heard about her situation. Even though she’s good, she doesn’t have to be raised in my house, right?

I suddenly had a strange little brother, but I thought it had nothing to do with me anyway.
Just shivering in a corner. Not talking to me
I decided to think of him as more of a decoration or pet in her house.
Her mother’s attention shifted from me to the child, but she was able to accept that as well.
Because she was already past the age to demand attention from her mother.

But my dad was different from me.
It seems that Dad didn’t like his mother’s attention being drawn to his new little brother.

From then on, mom and dad started fighting over trivial things. There were also occasional occasions when he raised his voice.
Usually, it was solved somehow with a smile and aegyo, but as I was about to hit puberty, the stress was gradually building up.

Then one day, things finally exploded.
Dad hit her mom.

No matter how angry you are, no matter how wrong the other person is, you should never use violence first.
My dad constantly instilled that into me.
Although it was my fault for my immature childhood, for putting my fists out before words.
But, my dad always said that to me.

My mother is an adult, but she was, by my standards, a weaker person than I am.
She couldn’t forgive her father for beating her up against such a mother.

Blindfolded, I brought a golf club and swung it at Dad’s head.
There was the sound of a watermelon splitting and Dad collapsed.
It was impressive that the seonhu, who was crying in the corner, opened her eyes wide at the scene.

Dad was taken away in an ambulance. He had ten stitches and was diagnosed with pre-existing 3 weeks.
I was scolded by my mother. She said you shouldn’t swing a golf club at people.
But she could see that neither her mother nor she were genuinely upset. To be honest, I didn’t regret it too much. ‘Cause I’m doing justice

And that incident became a decisive factor in creating a rift between Dad and the rest of the family.
Dad stopped going to play golf with me now. Cleaning the house became frequent.
It must be true that I lost my place in the house. It was like being beaten by me, but I think it was more shocking to be ignored by the youngest daughter, Mi-so, who always did cute things to her dad. Not to mention mom.

To be honest, I was cool inside.
I was tired of hearing my father, an amateur, talk about this and that.

After that, Dad’s affair with a young actress was discovered less than a year later.
It was so loud in the gossip newspaper that she divorced her mother.
I knew it would one day be like this since I rarely came home.

Custody, of course, goes to the mother.
I didn’t care if it was mom or dad, but I hated living with her stepmom.
My dad also said that he started a new life with a young actress, so it must have worked out for each other.

And I had a professional caddy instead of my dad.
Coincidentally, there was a lot of noise in the golf world over the issue of sexual harassment by male caddies, so her mother was very worried, but the professional caddy introduced by her teacher was gay.

Gay…
With such a normal face, men do things like that with each other?
Having just entered puberty, I used to let my imagination run wild by matching gay caddies with men around me.

And the most matched opponent in my head was before and after.
It was around this time that I began to be conscious of the successors I had always treated as non-existent people.

What can I say before and after… Even though he was still young, he had a strange sexuality.
I can’t put it into words though.
Pheromone?
A little different

Anyway, in my imagination, the seonhu was more aggressive than anyone else.
Wearing such a cute face, grabbing a weak spot and threatening.
Order, bully, and sell.
It was good to imagine such a situation.

But that sort of thing only exists in my imagination.
The seonhu in reality was still a coward and timid guy.
Inside the house, I sneak around so as not to be noticed, and if I even make eye contact, I’m startled.
It’s not like anyone’s eating it.

I didn’t want to see him like that, so I deliberately bullied him.
Thanks to that, the seonhu are avoiding me even more.
Caught by her mother and scolded.

However, I think that there are mistakes before and after that make you want to bully them for no reason.
If it was a man, she should live a little more confidently.
It’s not like I can always cover her with the width of her mother’s skirt.

Somehow, time passed and I became a middle school student.

Even in middle school, I was treated specially as a golfer.
I took minimal classes and went to play golf every day.

When I was growing up, my height and chest grew rapidly.
Newly bought clothes feel small after a month, and there were times when mom and I went out together, mistaking them for sisters.

The chest in particular was a problem.
I couldn’t compare to the girls in my class, and I was taller than most adult women.
Judging by the size of my mother’s breasts, it’s probably going to get bigger in the future.
Ha…

As my breasts grew, it was uncomfortable to play golf, but there was something even more uncomfortable.
It’s the men’s gaze.
Boys my age, of course, and even adults the same age as my father and grandfather.
Association officials or competition officials, if there were any number of cases, they would touch the shoulder or touch the back.

The number of men who naturally started talking to me also increased.
In such men, the nefarious ulterior motives were clearly visible. Because the eyes move unnaturally back and forth toward the chest.
I would rather sue her for sexual harassment if I touched her breasts openly.
When I was a sensitive middle school and high school student, it was really hard to pay attention to those things.

The only men who weren’t like that were the gay caddy and her boyfriend.
Rather, I volunteered to act as a breakwater to protect me from such men.
If even the caddy had been like the other men, he might have gotten away with golf and all and shut himself in the room.
Gay caddies, both in my imagination and in reality, have always been something I am grateful for.
He is still with Gay Caddy even after he became a professional.
The world would be a better place to live if there were more gay people.

On the other hand, if you say that timid seonhu.
On the subject of not being able to talk properly after looking at my face, I sat down with a glance as if it wasn’t just my chest.
When I scream out loud, he gets agitated and averts his eyes, but after a few days, he starts glancing again.

Even if I tell my mother, she is always lenient when it comes to what comes before or after her.
They said it was okay because they were still young, and that what they were looking at was not sexual desire, but curiosity.
Even in the third grade of elementary school, kids these days know everything they know.

Ugh. Mom knows that no matter how big her lineage is, she is still a child.
If I hadn’t stopped it, I would have taken a bath together with the seonhu.
Graduating from my mother soon would be good for the future.

Right before graduating from middle school, he got his semi-pro license.
The competition rate was high, but I didn’t think it was very difficult.
After all, it’s an amateur level.

After obtaining an official license, he appeared on the air again under the title of ‘Middle School Genius Golfer’.
Thanks to the sale of the name, I also received an official sponsor offer for the first time.
I did a junior golf wear model, but it was the first time that a full-fledged corporate sponsor was attached.

But around that time, the attention around me also became a burden to me.
Excessive expectations, support.
What I took for granted when I was younger is now annoying.
I’m still far I’m only a semi-pro now.

It was undeniable that such attention was influenced by factors other than skills.
Parent’s business card.
Physical elements such as face and chest.
And the association’s push to increase the popularity of golf by making me the next icon.

It was worldly, but it was natural.
If you aim to become a pro, you will end up living off of popularity.
Neither sponsors nor competitions can exist without popularity.

But knowing that didn’t mean it wasn’t burdensome.
Can I really be treated like this? I asked myself the question several times.
When I was younger, I thought I was the strongest, but when I was in middle school, I started to see the wall of being a professional.
Could it have been because I was a teenager? At the time, everything was stressful.

And the first competition I entered as a high school student.
I made a series of impossible mistakes and hit 10 over par on only one hole.
It was the worst grade in my life that I didn’t get even when I was in elementary school.

I have never experienced failure.
As a result, I did not know how to overcome failure.
My mentality was shattered, I gave up on the excuse of wrist pain that I didn’t even have, and I didn’t even want to listen to the caddy’s consolation, so I took a taxi alone and returned home.

That day, my stress was at its peak.
To the extent that he thought that if anyone touched him, he would beat him to death.

Arriving home unable to control my anger, the sound of unfamiliar music came into my ears.
Piano. A famous classic song that I’ve heard a lot somewhere.
It was not recorded, but played directly.

“Piano?”

The sound of the piano was coming from the room before and after.
I knew there was a piano in that room.
Because when the seonhu were a bit younger, they used to practice well.

But I thought you quit a long time ago.
When was that
Was it the day I screamed loudly?

Even then, I was stressed out.
The sound of the piano faintly audible through the walls was annoying, so I screamed at the seonhu to vent my anger.
And since then, the sound of the piano has ceased to be heard.

“By the way, did you hit it so well?”

Now, the performance of the seonhu was quite plausible even to me, an outsider.
It must have been a mess when I heard it before. Or maybe someone else?

When I opened the door to the room before and after, I could hear the sound of the piano more clearly.
The person who played the piano was before and after.
The seonhu were so focused that they didn’t even know I had entered.

What I heard that even slugs have a knack for rolling.
They say that a child who is lacking in one thing develops his ability in the other, but is that the case with the seniors as well?
I folded my arms and leaned against the door, listening to the performance of the predecessors.

“Huh, heh heung heung~♬”

I must have been humming along to the melody without even realizing it.
Because of that, even the predecessors knew that I had come.

“Who, sister?!”

Seonhu woke up in amazement as if he had seen her ghost.