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혀니콤보 TV 전매특허 뮤비 리액션!(feat. #Wonderkid# #손성득#) 빠져든다..순식간에 모두를 과몰입시킨 알싸~한 매력? #ENHYPEN# 'Tamed-Dashed' 제작 비하인드가 궁금하다면?! 👉 #이현# #LeeHyun# #혀니콤보TV# #많관부# #하이브# #엔하이픈# #Tamed_Dashed# #빅히트_정도전의_시선#

이 곡을 쓴지 벌써 여러 해가 지나, 오랜만에 듣는 저조차 생경하네요. #B1A4# #산들# 씨가 불러 준 #잘됐으면좋겠다# 감상해 보세요! 👍 원곡 : #홍대광# #작사# : #백찬#, #77어린이# #작곡# : 백찬, #Wonderkid#

뒤에서 태윤이형이(@Wonderkido) 비틀즈의 blackbird 기타 연습을 하고 있어서 Luca Colombo의 버젼을 들려줬는데, 아침에 들으니 역시나 너무 좋구나.

My mom fed a homeless man behind our house for 20 years. Three meals a day, even when we couldn’t afford electricity. I hated her for it. The day after her funeral, that same man took my hands, looked me straight in the eyes, and said: “Before she died, she begged me to stay silent.” I honestly had no idea what he was talking about. For 20 years, this man had lived in a makeshift shelter behind our rental house. My mom brought him breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Every single day. And the crazy thing was, we were poor too. My sneakers had tape covering the holes. Sometimes we struggled to pay our bills, and there were days when we couldn’t even afford electricity. But somehow, my mother always found enough food to feed him. I never understood it. I remember coming home two days before Christmas and finding a yellow eviction notice taped to our front door. We were struggling to keep a roof over our heads, yet my mother was still preparing three meals a day for a stranger. That night, I finally lost my temper. Me: “Maybe if you stopped feeding strangers, we wouldn’t live like this!” My mom turned around so quickly that I knew I had crossed a line. Mom: “Don’t you ever DARE say that again.” I had never seen her that furious before. I didn’t understand why she was defending him so strongly when her own child was going without things. I moved out when I turned 18. We fought less after that, mostly because I stopped asking questions. But the man stayed. Year after year, his little shelter remained behind our house, and my mother continued feeding him. Then my mom got sick. Cancer made her small. She became quiet, and it was the kind of quiet that scares you because you know something terrible is happening. Two weeks before she died, she reached out and grabbed my wrist. Her grip was so weak that it broke my heart. Mom: “Promise me you’ll keep feeding him.” I looked at her. Honestly, I wanted to say no. I wanted to ask why she was still worrying about that man when she was the one who needed help. But you don’t lie to a dying mother. So I promised. My mom eventually passed away. The day after her funeral, I prepared the best meal I could, put it on a plate, covered it with foil, and drove to her house. I had promised her I would keep feeding him. But when I got there, the man was gone. His shelter had been completely cleared out. Everything was gone. The ground had even been swept clean, as if those 20 years had never happened. I stood there holding the warm plate, wondering where he could have gone. Then I noticed something. A black SUV was parked at the curb. Standing beside it was a man wearing an expensive wool coat. He was clean-shaven, well-dressed, and looked nothing like the homeless man I had known for 20 years. But the thing that caught my attention was what he was holding. My mother’s old silver locket. The same locket she had told me she lost when I was eight years old. He looked at me and said: Man: “I thought you wouldn’t come.” I stared at him. Me: “Wait… is that you? What’s going on?” He smiled, but his expression was unsteady. His eyes were already filling with tears. Man: “Your mom hid something from you.” I felt my stomach tighten. Me: “What did she hide?” He looked at the plate in my hands before responding. Man: “Before she died, she begged me to stay silent.” My blood went cold. Me: “Silent about what?” He gently shook his head. Man: “Sit down. You shouldn’t hear this standing in the cold.” We sat on the front steps. The plate was still warm between us. He turned my mother’s silver locket over in his palm as though it might break. Then he began telling me something I never could have imagined. Man: “My real name is Vernon Hale. Before all this, I owned a company. I had a big house in Connecticut, a wife, and a little girl. My daughter was six years old.” I just stared at him.

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Last night, my husband asked if I wanted to have sex. I said, “Not tonight. I’m exhausted.” He sighed. “It’s always something with you.” That hurt. I looked at him and said, “I’m your wife, not someone who owes you sex whenever you want it.” He got quiet, turned away, and went to sleep. The next morning, he barely spoke to me. Now I’m wondering… Was I wrong for saying no, or was he wrong for making me feel guilty about it.?

🚨 Important AI research update: Everyone’s using sketches to pose their characters, and I know we’ve all been wondering the same thing… Does it work on cats? 🐈 Yes. Yes it does. 😂 You’re welcome. Science can move forward now. 🫡 #MikaMilani# #GrokImagine# #AIArt# #Cats#