Life, Once Again!

Everyone often thinks.

If only we could go back to that.

If you want to get hit and get up and barely live, waiting is a job. If you're successful in your employment and now think about enjoying it, it's the pressure of your boss and the company. If we can get a promotion and relax, our children's college and marriage are imminent.

If I'd known it was gonna be this hard.

We'll have more fun then.

You'll work harder then.

Then you'll make a different choice.

Tens of millions of people a day, maybe billions of people, miss the past.

And...

When I opened my eyes, I realized that such thoughts had been realized.

A computer that is spinning with a whoosh. The monitor is off, but the coolers on the body are working hard on my work. Old slashes on one side. You must have used it on your senior prom day.

“Phew.”

I raised myself by pressing down on the temples. The heat of the hot electric field floods into your buttocks. The floor laughed in vain without my knowledge. this cramped room, these wide clothing, the comic book on one side, the classic novel I gave up reading, the bag of chips on my computer desk, the new bag I bought.

The floor grabs the bottom of the pillow with its hand. As expected, the phone was there. A habit that has not changed even at the age of 45. I always put my phone under my head or under my pillow after I broke it in my sleep.

“Maybe in the second grade of high school. ”

The floor now pushed on a stranger slide phone to open it. Yeah, that's when it was like this. But after a little while…….

“What was that?”

I knew that the shape of the phone definitely changed from this, but I didn't think of what it looked like exactly.

“Something like this. ”

The floor reminded me of what the woman said. That the memory won't be intact. Obviously, I barely remember the forty-five years. Rather, the memory of eating Tangsoo meat yesterday was clearer.

“Poop, barefoot, erection, salmon, cholera.... ”

Forty-five floors clearly reminded me of the excuses of my middle school friends I could never remember. Maru remembered that the number of the bus he was driving was 32, but he couldn't remember the name of the bus company.

Forty-five memories, maybe because the memories that have been alive have been blurred. I'm not confused. I feel like I just woke up from a dream for a long time. I think I had a dream about the long content, but when I try to think about it, it's blurry and hard to remember.

But there were some things that were clear.

When I smelled my father's feet, I had a sleeping daughter and a wife who loved me badly.

Family.

The floor raises its head and looks up at the ceiling.

“You're really... back. ”

Lee Sun-ji, the mother of the floor, woke up with her ringing phone turned off. My husband was away for the night. I tucked in my duvet, turned my back and went out to the kitchen. Today is the day when the floor and the sea go to school. Flooring is a new school, and the ocean is a new classroom.

Thinking about the two sons and daughters who would be sleeping in Kulkul, it was time to eat with the rice that was washed last night.

The floor walked out during my son's visit. A refreshing expression without any sleepy tone.

“Are you awake?”

“…… what? ”

All of a sudden?

When Sunji looked closely, the floor turned around and said again.

“Ah. You're up, too, Mom. ”

“Of course I'm getting up. To feed you. I didn't wake you up, by the way. ”

“I'm getting nervous... ”

Sunji looked at his son's clumsy pride and wanted to do something about it. Now that you're in high school, you're trying to change your tone. It's funny. It's grand.

“It's a long way to go to eat, so wash up first. ”

“Yes. No, uh, ”

Sunji tilted his head as he saw his son going into the bathroom scratching his head.

“That's awkward.”

Forty-five fuzzy memories, but not all of them. The relaxed tone that was hovering around my mouth was a little strange. When did I start using a shark on my mother?

“Probably when I got my first paycheck. ”

When I first experienced the fragility of the world as a society, I was shocked at your greatness in raising my children.

“Mother. Mother. Dad, Dad. ”

After looking in the mirror a few times, the floor found itself quickly getting used to it. Okay, it's okay. I washed and washed my hair. I smiled at the floor, watching the hot water coming out after turning the water on and waiting for 20 seconds. I feel like I've really come back from this small thing.

The floor outside saw my mom, who was busy boiling soup. After raising my child, the floor was now able to understand the mother's heart to wake up like the dawn and eat breakfast unconditionally.

The hearts of parents who want their children's day to be secure.

They're all the same.

“Need some help?”

“Never mind. I don't want to raise your allowance, so give it up. ”

“How did you know? ”

“She's my mother.”

The floor opened the refrigerator with a big bursting smile. Beer for the father who will come back from work at the factory, fruit and perimolecular stock dipped by the mother with care. It was a view of a sour refrigerator.

When the floor pours the abdominal molecule into cold water, my mom is surprised.

“You hate that. ”

“Was it?”

“The one who always said he'd eat cider if I got in. ”

“Maybe I've changed my appetite. ”

The floor gave me elasticity to drink burnt water. That's very good for a man. I can't explain it.

“Phew, time has already come. Go wake up the sea. ”

“Huh."

“Don't kick it. ”

“Got it.”

The floor opened a visit to his brother's sea. He's sleeping like a caterpillar.

‘I haven't heard from him since. ’

In the future, he divorced once. Although divorce was common enough to be said to be fashionable, I never imagined my brother would get divorced.

Until college, I often interacted with my sister and sometimes met her and watched movies together, but I haven't even texted her since she started tracking me. I just saw a holiday or a face.

It wasn't bad, but it wasn't good.

It was just ordinary.

After the divorce, I lost track of every question I ever asked. At the holidays, I just called and didn't come. The last time Maru heard from his brother was in the words of Mother, saying that he was meeting a good man.

Maru hesitated for a moment what to call his brother.

Forty-five floors have never called him by his name or his brother. I gave it away or called it "yes."

‘But now I am. ’

High school first grade flooring.

The title he called his brother was one.

“Fat.”

I'm a little sorry to say that, but I kicked his foot a little. Yeah, this is what we used to do when we were kids.

“W-what? ”

The sea looks up at the floor with shy eyes and buries his face on the pillow again. The floor once again tucked at my feet and walked towards the face of the sea, feeling a little awkward.

“Wake up. It's morning. ”

“Shit.”

The floor saw his brother's face tightly closed. I didn't get a good look at his future brother.

The floor lifted a finger and clutched his brother's forehead. It looked cute and I didn't even know it.

“Lady! Are you stabbing me with your finger now? ”

It was the sea that stood up.

The floor quickly left the room before the sea was annoyed. I still have the same temperament as before and now.

‘Oh, that reminds me. That's why you got divorced. ’

The floor sat on the dining table. The sea passes by grumbling.

“Oh, Mom. He keeps hitting me. ”

“Then get up when you wake up. ”

My mother skillfully got irritated by the sea. I put out my lips to go to the bathroom knowing that the sea can't beat my mom.

“You kicked me again, didn't you? ”

“No.”

“Come on. Get along. When I was a kid, I used to hold my brother's hand when I lost him. ”

“Me?”

“Yes."

The floor is stuffed with memories. Have you ever been? When I focused, I remembered that I was wandering around the neighborhood holding his hand. We go to the arcade together. We go into the mountains to explore.

‘That's right...... Then I lost it once and got scolded. ’

The floor smiled, thinking about what happened at that time.

“Why?”

“No. It reminds me of the old days. ”

“The old days?”

“I dragged you out to sea and I lost it once. ”

“Oh, right then. ”

I think she remembered, too.

“You cried a lot back then. I can't see the ocean. ”

“Did you?”

“Well, let's eat first. You got your backpack?”

“Huh."

“I can see the teacher. Don't take any pictures. The kids are great together. High school friends are real friends. Okay?"

“I know. I'm a little girl, Anga. ”

“A child, of course. Never hang out with weird kids. ”

The floor nods, smiling.

You're right.

He's definitely a child now.

* * *

“I'll be back.”

“Watch out for the car. ”

Her salutation was always the same.

Be careful.

I was always careful about my mom's greetings because my grandpa had returned to the car accident.

“Got it.”

The floor opens the front door and comes out. The cold air covered my face. March. It's still close to winter, far from the warmth of June. The floor coming down from the second floor to the first floor frees the bicycle tied in front of the house.

“It's been a long time. ”

Gear transmission malfunctioning. It's a heavy bicycle called iron TB. The floor slammed into the seat, forcefully pedaling. Smee will wind through your fingers. But even that cold floor was nice.

“Really, I'm back. ”

I wanted to scream. At the same time, I remembered the face of the plutocratic grandmother.

"Thank you. I appreciate the opportunity. ’

The floor pauses in front of the crosswalk and then pulls out the MP3. Triangular MP3. Long time no see. I plugged in the jack and plugged the earphones into my ears. And then came the songs of the 2000s.

“Good.”

This is better than a yo-yo that was stumbling around in English you don't understand. Somol sang a song in succession by masters of the art of invention. The floor pedaled, following the vividly remembered lyrics.

“I love you. ”

I think I pedaled for about 30 minutes, singing along.

I saw a square school far away.

‘That's the same thing. No, of course not. ’

A school made of the same color of bricks inside a wall made of brown bricks. In front of rectangular schools, there is a high monolith, the principal's nest. The playground seen from the top is slightly wider than other schools. In the right-hand corner is a basketball court covered in urethane. And there's an octagon in front of it that I don't know why I put it there. There is a water supply in the corner. I remember drinking water there while playing basketball.

The floor moves to the front door, keeping an eye on the school you see on the hill. The closer I got to school, the more children were dressed in uniform.

The floor is also a servant.

‘At this point, I liked being a servant. By the end of first grade, I'd envy other school uniforms. ’

I arrived at the front door feeling a familiar yet strange sensation.

And a familiar face.

‘Student Owner.’

The student master was halfway to his head, standing with scissors in one hand. The floor kicks its tongue with its scissors. When I was a kid, I remember getting my head cut off with those scissors. The scary thing about those scissors is that they get their hair pulled out, not cut, because it's dull.

“Come quickly. Hey, there! What did you put on your head? ”

A boy was caught in the eyes of a ghost student. He doesn't seem to be a first-grader. The boy who was caught walked to the student master.

“Baby, wax. ”

“I'm sorry."

“Run three laps through the playground, suck it, and get me tested. Okay?”

“Yes.”

“It's my first day of school. Go quickly.”

“Yes.”

He left his bag and ran to the playground. The floor walked next to the student masters, looking at his appearance.

"They're about the same age, but they're strangely scared. ’

I really felt like I was back on the Go1 floor.

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