The first rays of sunlight filtered through the thin curtains in Kim’s room, bathing the modest space in a warm glow. He had set his alarm earlier than usual, determined to start the day with a sense of purpose. The events of the previous day were still fresh in his mind, but instead of feeling overwhelmed, Kim felt an unshakable resolve. He couldn’t afford to dwell on the challenges he had faced. His family’s sacrifices, their unwavering belief in him, and his own dreams demanded nothing less than his absolute best.

Rising from bed, Kim moved quickly through his morning routine. The small bathroom he shared with his family was barely big enough for one person, but he was used to the cramped conditions. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and ran a comb through his hair, ensuring he looked presentable. Today was another opportunity to prove himself, and he intended to make the most of it.

Stepping into the kitchen, Kim was greeted by the comforting aroma of freshly cooked food. His mother, Lee Mi-sook, was busy at the stove, her hands deftly preparing a breakfast that smelled more elaborate than usual. A spread of rice, kimchi, and steamed egg awaited him at the small dining table. For a moment, Kim paused, taking in the scene. His mother’s tireless efforts to make their house a home, even with limited resources, were a constant reminder of the sacrifices she made for the family.

“Good morning, Kim,” his mother said with a smile, her voice warm despite the early hour. “I made something special today. You need energy for your classes.”

Kim nodded, returning her smile as he sat down at the table. His younger siblings, Kim Ji-sung and Kim Ji-yeon, soon joined him, their energy infectious as they chattered about their plans for the day. Ji-sung, barely ten years old, was particularly animated, recounting a story about a school project he was excited to present. Ji-yeon, eight and ever the quieter of the two, listened attentively, occasionally adding her own thoughts.

The laughter and lighthearted conversation lifted Kim’s spirits. It was rare for the household to feel so carefree, given the struggles they faced, but moments like these reminded him of why he worked so hard. His family’s happiness and stability depended on him, and he couldn’t let them down.

As Kim ate, he glanced at his father, Kim Joon-seok, who sat silently at the head of the table. His father was a man of few words, but his actions spoke volumes. A skilled woodworker, Joon-seok often spent long hours in his small workshop at the back of the house, crafting and repairing wooden furniture. Despite the physical toll of his work, he never complained.

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Kim’s gaze lingered on his father’s hands—rough and calloused from years of labor. Those hands had built the very table they were eating at, a testament to his father’s dedication and love for his family. The thought made Kim’s resolve even stronger. Every step he took at the university was for them, for a future where his father wouldn’t have to work so hard, and his siblings could dream freely without worrying about money.

“Kim,” his father said, breaking the silence. His deep voice carried a weight of both expectation and encouragement. “Remember, hard work will get you where you need to go. Don’t let anything distract you.”

Kim nodded, meeting his father’s steady gaze. “I won’t, Father. I’ll do my best.”

His mother chimed in, placing a small container of side dishes in his bag. “Take this with you for lunch. Don’t spend money at the cafeteria unless you have to. Save it for your studies.”

Kim felt a lump in his throat but managed to smile. He knew their financial situation was tight, and every won saved was a small victory. “Thank you, Mother. I’ll make sure to use it wisely.”

After breakfast, Kim walked his siblings to the front gate, where they waited for their school bus. Their uniforms, though slightly worn, were impeccably clean, a testament to his mother’s meticulous care. Ji-sung and Ji-yeon waved enthusiastically as the bus approached, their youthful optimism a stark contrast to the responsibilities Kim carried.

“Bye, oppa! Work hard at school!” Ji-yeon called out, her voice filled with sincerity.

Kim waved back, his heart swelling with both pride and determination. “I will. You two take care and study well!”

As the bus drove off, Kim turned back toward the house, where his father was already heading to his workshop. The small space was crammed with tools, wood scraps, and half-finished projects, a testament to his father’s dedication.

“Take care, son,” his father said, not looking up as he began working on a piece of furniture.

“You too, Father,” Kim replied, his voice steady.

With a final glance at his home, Kim stepped out onto the street, his bag slung over one shoulder. The walk to the university felt different today. There was a newfound determination in his stride, a clarity of purpose that pushed aside the doubts and insecurities he had felt the day before.

Each step he took was a step toward a better future—not just for himself, but for the family that had given him everything. The sacrifices they made, the dreams they nurtured, and the love they showed him were the foundation of his resolve.

As he approached the university gates, Kim took a deep breath, his mother’s parting words echoing in his mind: Stay safe, and don’t let anyone take advantage of you.

He was ready. Whatever challenges lay ahead, he would face them head-on. For his family, for their sacrifices, and for the promise of a brighter tomorrow.