Life, Once Again!

A truck swoops by the side of the bus screaming. As she holds her head against the window, she sees the truck moving away as it flinches. A truck full of construction materials behind it. A bunch of roped iron looks very dangerous.

You hear the bus driver curse low. What's so urgent that he's driving so dangerously? She frowns slightly. I felt very bad.

The bus arrived at the stop in front of the house. She glances at the distant apartment and enters the nearby market. One of the employees picked up the microphone and called it a closing sale. She picks up her basket and goes to the butcher's corner.

"Just give me a hind leg."

"What are you going to do?"

"Stew."

While she was cutting the meat, she took out her mom's note this morning. Pork hind legs, two green tofu, one grapeseed oil, one milk. After receiving the meat in the plastic bag, I circled around the market. After putting the item in the note in the basket, she goes to the bread rack. Strawberry rolls are in your hands after considerable deliberation.

I came out after I finished the calculations. The wind blew over my face, but it was quite generous. Last night, I suddenly remembered the news that the tropical bay was starting. I don't like the heat. I took a step into the apartment complex. Maybe it's the weather. There are quite a lot of women and children sitting out at the playground. I saw a familiar face, and she approached and greeted me. At that time, a little boy looked inside the envelope, pointing at the strawberry roll, and began to squeeze. I'm sorry, I can't do that. She thanked the woman who told her sister that she couldn't use it, and she quickly went up to the house to avoid the position.

“I'm out.”

She told her mom sitting in the living room. She is wrestling with her laptop on the seating table.

“Where's Bob?”

My mom took her eyes off the monitor and asked. She replied that she had eaten.

“What about Mom?”

“I ate. I ate. I ate. I ate. I ate. ”

Then I can smell the stew faintly. I went into the room and changed my clothes.

“What are you looking at? ”

Instead of a always floating document program on her laptop, the landscape photos were filling up the screen. It was a picture of autumn leaves all over the street, including a little boy wearing a yellow hat with a pair of sling pants.

She sat down next to her mother and asked.

“Is that me? ”

“Uh, when you were four. It was so cute at the time. ”

“I'm sorry I'm not cute right now. ”

She comes back with a chocolate chip on the kitchen table. I get one bag from my mom, saying, "Thank you." The picture changes. I see him riding the swing. I took a good look at her face. A little smile hangs over my mouth.

“What a commotion this was. Do you remember that? Beating up all the boys in the neighborhood. ”

“Me? No way. ”

“I was the boss of the alley. Why a four-year-old is so strong. I was chasing you around with my mom's day job. ”

“You must be healthy. ”

The scorpion, the chocolate chips that come into my mouth, are crumbling. Mom chewed the snack and pressed the right arrow on the keyboard to pass the picture. Every time the picture changed, the landscape changed, but one thing remained the same.

“Don't you have a picture of your mom or dad? ”

“Hardly. I hated taking pictures of your dad, and when I heard the sound of a three-minute camera roll, I covered my face with my clothes and ran away. ”

“Is that it? ”

“Don't tell me. Do you want me to show you a picture of the wedding? ”

“Yes, I want to see. ”

My mom smiled and took out another folder.

“But when did you move all the photos from the album? ”

“When I moved here, I heard the album, and I wanted the whole picture. I wanted to keep it before it was too late, so I scanned it hard on my own. ”

“Oh, you used a scanner. ”

“I got it, but it's a waste to throw it away. ”

My mom went into a folder called 'Me’ and moved the mousewheel a few times, and within a few moments, a picture appeared on the screen. This is a picture taken from the right, with a mother in a white wedding dress in the middle, and a father with red face on the left. Just by looking at the picture, I can see how restless my father is.

“He did this on the day of the wedding. Are you kidding me? It's hard to take a picture, and it turns red like this. Your dad shot the Lindsey Gong that your mom needs to film. ”

“Dad, you're really red. I think I've been drinking. ”

“My mom said something to me. ”

“Grandma?”

My mom nodded and said.

“There is no such thing as a Hong Shi, West." They said your dad was even redder and not freaking out. ”

It was Mom who was smiling.

The grandmother in her memory was a kind person. In elementary school, I went down to Gwangju with my grandmother every day on summer vacation. When I dozed off in the car, I smelled cow dung, and then the car door opened and my grandmother hugged her. She liked the smell of grass in her grandmother's arms. I liked the barley rice I gave in the morning, and I liked the watermelon I put in my mouth with a little salt for lunch. In the evening, I ate hot sweet potatoes and played with my grandmother's dog. It was the best summer vacation playground for her. When the stick insect cried, the grandmother brought a mosquito scent resembling the shell and smoked it on her brow, but it smelled good too. She liked everything about her grandmother.

I lived with that grandmother for a while. In the first grade of middle school, it was right after my father died. On the day of her departure, my grandmother came up with her things packed. He sold his cow and gave up his house. He came home with his blood and talked to his mother for a long time. Feeling the weight of the conversation, he snuck away and spent time in the playground. As the sun sets and the earth spiders get wet, she can see a shadow. It was my grandmother who came out to the playground.

I can still remember that moment clearly. The grandmother hugged me, patted me on the back, with a crying voice, or desperately insisted that I shouldn't cry. My baby, let's go inside and eat. "

I lived with my grandmother for the next half year. When I came back from school, I felt mentally stable just by having someone to greet me. At night, the three of them had a loud dinner. She still missed him, but that didn't hurt her. Thanks to my grandmother.

My grandmother always had a bucket of blue candy next to her. The candy canister that said "Love Room Gifts" contained caramel instead of candy. She liked to watch TV with her grandmother and eat the caramel. My grandmother told me to stop eating this rotten thing, but I always left the lid open.

“Oh, right. ”

She got up from her seat. I smiled at my mom, looking at her, and went into the small room. A room that is currently being used as a warehouse. Standing in front of the awning, she opens a cabinet underneath the awning. Inside is a barrel of blue candy.

I came to the living room with a candy can. My mom was happy to see that candy can.

“Suddenly I remembered this. You always had this next to you. ”

“It was Mom's treasure chest. It's been a long time.”

“So.”

I opened the lid and looked inside with my mom. Of course there is no caramel. Inside was a pair of scissors, bone and thread. Below it are stacks of yellow notes. She carefully pulls out the note.

“... You've been practicing Korean. ”

I see words written in crooked text. They are things that start with Father and Mother and can be seen around them. My mom is looking at the note and touching the tip of her nose. My mom's eyes became a little red.

She remembered the letter she gave to herself just before she left home. It was a letter that ended with "I need to be healthy." The letter and the note are the same font. After the grandmother who lived with me for half a year left the house, the obituary flew away. My grandmother had terminal cancer. What half a year of investment meant to her, even in middle school, she felt frustrated. At the funeral, she cried loudly.

“She's not a grandmother, she's a grandmother, and so is she. ”

She said that with a bunch of notes. She spreads a ton of notes across the floor. Every one of them breathed on my grandmother.

Looking at them, my mom smiled and said,

“My mother, she still wrote her name beautifully. ”

She was a mother holding a piece of paper written as a plutocrat. She picked up a piece of paper that said, "Taxi." My grandmother always called me a taxi.

“I miss my grandmother. Do you have a picture of Grandma? ”

“You know what?”

The picture quickly appeared on the screen. It was an old woman in a hanbok smiling in shame.

“My grandmother's product. ”

“Good. If my father hadn't put me through all that trouble, I would have heard that you're his wife. ”

“I suppose so.”

There were not many pictures of my grandmother. I feel bad. When I was a child, I was holding myself in my arms and looking at my grandmother sitting on a chair. I remembered the floor.

“Everyone who knows Maru is in the hospital right now. ”

“Oh, my God, is it a big disease? ”

“No. The floor said it was fine now, but he didn't look so good. He must be precious. ”

While answering the phone, I remembered the facial stiffness of the floor. I was very worried because I had never seen such a confused look on the floor.

“A floor would be nice. I have someone who cares about me like this. ”

My mom stroked her head and said. She glances at her mother and begins to tidy up the note on the floor.

“Mom.”

“Why?”

“I want sweet potatoes. ”

“Me, too."

She stands up with a barrel of candy and goes back to the small room. Then I sat in front of the closet and looked inside the open cabinet. The trousers and t-shirts my grandmother always wore are on one side. Next to it is a book with worn corners. There's liquor, there's amulets. When my father was in the hospital, my grandmother prayed to the gods of all religions. Seeing the traces left by my grandmother, my heart was sad.

I put the candy can back in its original place and pushed the cabinet shut. You will open these cabinets again someday when you miss your grandmother.

When I came out of the living room, my mom was obsessed with the screen with her glasses. Looks like the break's over. I went into the kitchen quietly and put a cup of green tea next to my laptop. My mom, who was busy typing, smiled a little and started focusing again.

She comes into the room and closes the door. Then he pulled out the little album on his bookshelf. Opening the center, you see a bunch of sticker photos with your friends. I slowly smiled and handed it to the front of the album. There are only a few photos taken with my father. Dad smiles brightly at the camera, riding his horse. I can see your face is a little red. I guess he was really ashamed of taking pictures.

She looks at the photo for a while, spewing out a shallow breath and closing the album.

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I love barley tea.

The weather is cold, so the warmth is attractive.

Hoon, hoon.

My body is melting from the taste buds.

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