Transcript (en)

What do you want? You. You want me? Is that what you're saying? You're my wife. We're married? You're telling me that we got married at some point in time? Yes. You're a handsome little boy, but I'm getting married to someone else. It's me. Sean. When the boy spoke my ex-husband's name, my smile froze completely. I couldn't believe that what he was saying could be true. Although my ex-husband's name was Sean, he had passed away ten years ago from a heart attack during his morning run. It had taken me a decade to let go of the pain of losing the person I loved. Yet now this boy was claiming to be Sean. I thought he was playing a prank on me, so I drove him away. You've been making a big mistake of your images. Every word the boy spoke seemed to prove that he really was my ex-husband. But I had just gotten engaged to my fianc, and I didn't want his words to ruin my happiness. So I immediately decided to have the apartment security remove the boy. However, the next day I received a letter from him. In it he wrote urging me not to marry Joseph holding the letter in my hands I began to wonder if he really could be Sean after much hesitation I decided to tell my family about it, but no one could believe such an absurd story only my fiance Joseph sense danger He suspected that someone had arranged for the boy to come and sabotage our relationship Joseph took me to meet the boys parents and demanded that they stop letting him harass us But the boy firmly replied that they couldn prevent him I can I can I don want you to bother me As I was about to leave in the elevator, the boy suddenly collapsed to the floor. His helpless eyes left me shaken. A familiar feeling surged through my mind. I seemed to see Sean's very soul in the boy. The next day, the boy called me again, asking to meet at the park. Meet me at the park. You know where? I went to the meeting place, full of doubts. But the moment I stepped into the park, memories of past pain crashed over me again. Finally, I found the boy at the spot where Sean had passed away, watching him slowly walk toward me. I couldn't help but ask why he had chosen this place to meet. He didn't answer directly. He only asked me to believe that he was indeed Sean, the husband I had lost ten years ago, and insisted that my brother put him to the test. The next day, I had my brother Bob question the boy. He asked many questions about Sean. and the boy answered every single one accurately, to verify whether the boy's claims were true. I had my brother bring him to my home. No one could have expected what came next. He seemed to know the layout of the house perfectly, even finding the place where Sean had worked, and then casually sat in a chair, speaking naturally as if he had lived there all along. Do you know my name? No. Then how do you know me? You were the one that told Anne if I was into Santa Claus. His words shattered the last of my doubts. I began to slowly believe that he really was my lost husband, Sean.