Life, Once Again!

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“What do you want to ask? ”

The floor looks down at Soju with a fluorescent lamp floating round. Whenever my father and I were great enemies. I would have been the first one to introduce you to someone who would be my wife just before the wedding.

That day, my father said,

- Now I'm having a drink with you.

Fathers and sons.

We become a family and together for over twenty years, but strangely unfamiliar. Every time I put my father's name on my mouth, I feel the need for a reason to feel stranger. The reason he had to look around like he was holding Father's hand, smiling softly, was because he felt uncomfortable coming after holding hands.

And when she was old enough to become her own age, it made her regret that the floor was not childish to her father, and that she did not have many conversations.

Maybe I was disappointed. Since there was only one little guy, he acted face-to-face.

And now.

The floor broke its head and breathed heavily after drinking the liquor my father poured out. I can now fix the moment I regret.

“What was your dream? ”

“Dream? Me? ”

“Yes.”

“…… you've changed a lot since you went up to high school. I didn't really care when your mom told me. ”

My father smiles.

“It was my dream. My dad used to eat boxing when you were the only one. He was a good amateur in high school. ”

“You've been dreaming of a professional. ”

"Sort of."

I know I went to an amateur boxing competition, but I've never heard of a professional boxer before today. I thought I had learned boxing as a hobby and had the opportunity to enter the amateur competition. After that, I had never heard of my father's past while I was 45 years old. Well, there's no water, so there's no Ali.

The idea that I was really indifferent makes me frustrated. I gave birth to them and raised them, but there's so much I don't know.

“Yes, but the family wasn't doing so well. My dad used to live in a pretty good house when he was a kid, but he got busted in the middle of it. My father, so for you, he lay down. ”

My father smiled bitterly and caught the soju bottle. The floor stretched its palms straight and put them beside the glass.

“Where else did you learn to do this? ”

The floor was just smiling. When I had a drink with the packs, I unconsciously showed up.

I'm a half-empty father.

“Even my mother, who had never worked so much in her life, jumped into the front line, and I couldn't just feel comfortable boxing. I could go to university if I had the family fortune, but I only went to high school because it was hard. My sister and I were similar. No, it was harder than it was then. When the women were in a real shithole. ”

“So did you get a job right away? ”

“Working in factories and installing Ashba, I went to the coal mine in '87. It was hard to get a seat because of the road business. ”

The floor looked at his father's hands. My father's hands look blacker than ever before. You fed your family with the money you earned going back and forth through the tunnels.

“A dream. At that time, my dream was to have a home. I made a lot of money. That's when I met your mother and got married. Your mother told me to stop the mines because they're dangerous. Your mother was at work at the time, so I was able to rest for a while. I looked at work while resting. At that time, my employment was not as modest as it is now, so I went into a small factory to be treated appropriately. Your mother worked in trade, so the two of them were not small. And you were born. ”

“My mom must have quit her job back then. ”

“I did. Your mother cried a lot back then. Your mom, now a lady who cuts 100 or 200 won peanut butter like a bad joke, was great at that time. It was a resource the company recognized. But I was filled with the idea that pregnant women shouldn't be. It was a filthy world. ”

He was a father who drank like a fury. I sighed deeply as if I was sorry I couldn't do better for my mom.

“The IMF exploded while living like that. I couldn't stand the factory I was in. The collapse of the top eighth largest corporation in the business has a chance of surviving that small and medium-sized plant. But fortunately, the factory stockholders were able to raise dollars before the foreign exchange crisis. Thanks to you, the factory was easily robbed when it fell. ”

“Well, the $1,000 went up to 2,000 won. You must have run twice as many seats. ”

“Do you remember? You're in elementary school. ”

“Well, sort of. The family was in a bad mood back then. ”

It's a wrapped horse.

I just said it because I've learned it already.

“I see. I know they can't talk. But don't worry, there's nothing wrong with raising you now. ”

He smiled quietly.

“The story went somewhere else for a while. Dreams, yeah. Dream. Flooring. Dreams are good to have, but they're not a big deal if you don't have them. Everyone pretends to live with their dreams, but the truth is, they often only say things with their mouths. Especially adults. But... I don't want you to live like me, but I want you to live with a prosperous dream. ”

“What's wrong with living like a father? You're doing great.”

“Here.”

He was a drinking father with a suspicious face. The floor clears the liquor bottle to the side. I only used alcohol to tell a story.I didn't bring it here to get drunk.

I opened a beer instead.

“I had so many dreams. But right now it's my dream that you guys work well. And the more greedy you get, the more you grow up to make our old age shine? ”

“Are you already thinking about that? ”

“I'm just saying. ”

“Don't worry. I'll take good care of her. ”

“... I meant to laugh. Parents who want to be burdened by their children don't even have to search the world. I don't even want the obedience. All you have to do is have the strength to live well without me. I'm trying to be good at preparing for old age, Dad. I'll be traveling the world at dusk with my mom. ”

He was a father who spoke excitedly like a child.

My father was always silent in the image.

It was just a fantasy I had created on my own. The floor excitedly followed the beer. I'm sober.

“Speaking of which, let's ask. Maruya, what is your dream? ”

“Me?”

“Yeah. There's got to be one. ”

“I don't know. That's why I asked my father. I don't know what my dream is, I don't know. ”

“You know the dream, who knows? ”

“I know. I need to know. ”

The floor was frustrated with the beer. I cleaned my mouth with my hands and back, like a habit of drinking a little.

After I finished drinking, I could not wait to see my father's face.

“You drink well. ”

“Hahaha. Well, of course. Whose son am I? ”

“Well, I drank a lot when I was your age on my father's errands. I picked it up in a teapot and it was delicious on the way to town. ”

“Aren't you mad at your grandfather? ”

“I was in trouble.”

Father smiles faintly.

Since then, the two of them have talked quite a lot.

He spoke as if he had let go of all the words that had not been preached to his son over the years, and recalled the days when the floor also had been careless, he asked him a lot of questions.

Unleashes the time that was blocked.

It was a short time, but the floor had a lot to gain.

Listening to my father's life.

It was another study.

“Let's go to sleep. It's too late.”

“Yes.”

You remove the empty bag of chips and put the remaining liquor in the refrigerator.

Father goes into the room with a happy smile. The floor also opens with its own visits.

Then.

My father looks at the dark room and says,

“The floor.”

“Yes.”

“I don't know if it's right to say this to you young man, but I think you'd be okay now. ”

After a brief silence of hesitation, my father said.

“I think you should have a dream. Living without one is too small. I want you to have a dream like that where you can live with whatever it is you're made of. But……. ”

My father slowly turns his head.

Eye to eye.

The speech bubble does not rise.

However, the floor was able to peer into my father's heart. His face, the sound of his breath, was telling me everything.

“I want you to know this. Having a dream takes courage, and...... someone who has a dream should also have the courage to give up his dream. ”

It was a smile of old regret.

The dream of a baseball player who said it like a touch.

I wonder if he's cleared that dream now.

“Zara.”

“Yes, good night. ”

A dreamer.

You must also have the courage to give up your dreams.

The floor chewed and gnawed at the meaning of the word.

* * *

“Did you bring the money? ”

“Huh."

The floor saw two friends talking in front of him. It is a dojo and confrontation that gathers here like a lady gathering in a laundry when she has time to rest.

“What money? ”

The floor asked.

“Teacher's money. ”

They look at each other for ten thousand won. Three by three, for a total of 60,000 won.

The floor is the first story I've heard, so I asked with a curious tone.

“When was the meeting? ”

“Saturday.”

“Ah.”

“You don't have to pay. That's what I've decided.”

“Really?"

It's a good thing there's no spending.

“But you know what? ”

The crowd took the money from Dojin and said,

“Why do teachers speak respectfully of each other? And this money. If Sam had told the instructor what happened, he would have understood. ”

I cough my tongue.

“Hey, there's respect. Imagine baking money for an old student. Wow, I'd be crazy. That's why Sam gave it to you on your own salary. ”

“Is that so?"

“I told you.”

“And what do you say to that? ”

“Maybe you don't know him very well. You didn't even tell me you were in the theater department. ”

A well-spoken dojo.

And the floor says, “Well.” I replied small.

“I don't know what? ”

“I don't think so. ”

“Then why are you treating the teacher like that? You saw it the other day, using the honorific name in front of us. I thought you two didn't know each other at first. ”

“I bet you it's not just in front of me. Want to bet?”

As the floor pulls out the source of the heaven, Dojin and the colony run wild.

“It's a cotton candle. And respect it. Just because you're a student, what do you think happens when you treat someone like that? ”

“That's right…. ”

The public nods as if they understood.

“You saw the teacher's portfolio. The last time I saw him, he also wrote very respectful words to his graduates. You're treating people like they're not students under you. I think he's wonderful. That's why he was trying to solve the money problem as neatly as possible. Since we knew each other, since we were close, you probably tried not to cause any more trouble. Dojin told you. The closer we get, the more polite we have to be. ”

“I'm sure. Your boss is a nice guy. ”

It was an atmosphere of recognition for both.

“But what about the money? I don't think he's just gonna take it. ”

“So I'm going to give it to the teacher Sam. ”

“Oh, there's a way. ”

“But you know what's funny? ”

“What?”

“Teacher, he buys us dinner every time. He's got nothing to hide, so his instructor told him he's worth $40 an hour. ”

Maru laughed at the story.

He really has nothing to hide. Well, he said that on the roof because he's like that.

But wait a minute.

If you think about the time that the instructor is out and working right now for 40,000 won per hour....

“He's here on weekdays, and he's here all day on weekends. ”

“Oh, that's crazy money if you take it all. That's why I asked.”

“Do you mean to tell me exactly how much you're getting? ”

“Huh."

“Ha.”

It's hard to realize that he's such a tough guy.

“It was usually 800,000 won just for the weekend. But it's coming out every day. Besides, we'd have already spent half a million won on food. He buys me dinner every time. ”

Maru reminded me of the smile he had when he asked me to buy kimbap and fried rice.

“What a lost business. ”

“Isn't that right?"

“You guys work hard. ”

“I will.”

It was a big smile and a big crowd.

* * *

Time passes by when I wake up like sand in my hand.

The theater department seemed to be working well. The stage seemed to be going smoothly. Flooring helped build the stage by finding the auditorium during part-time activities.

“Where did you get this? ”

“I searched everywhere. ”

The plywood and chieftain are situated in the hall on the fifth floor which is useful for the construction site. After being hit by the rain for a long time, it looked bad, but it made sense to paint it.

I helped nailing and hammering the floor.

No, the floor alone caught the stage.

Watching the kids with the saws and nails made me feel uneasy, so I couldn't stand it.

“Wow, one drink. ”

“Hey, there's nothing a manager can't do. ”

Of course you should. I've had years of experience with Noga.

I'll give you a big hand with a shovel for "Narashi."

I put a pole on the hem to withstand the load, and then the floor set up a stage called "Hole Shop." The stage was blurry with planks, but weighed considerably. The first graders and second graders who were watching ran to balance.

“Oh.”

“I'd like to decorate it. ”

The floor smiles slightly at the finished stage item. Have you participated? I felt good because it helped a little.

After talking to my father.

Nothing in particular changed.

The cozy echo of the word dream still lingers in my heart, but I couldn't figure out which direction it was going.

What did I really want to do with 45 years of my life? What had to be folded up for a living?

Over the past week, the floor has been repeating only that concern.

The question of how to live is what kind of dream you will end up living.

Dream.

What do I want to dream about?

That was the problem after all.

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Thank you, Sun-choko.