episode_0019

I was drinking coffee while getting some air.

A wind filled with the scent of grass blowing through the window.

It was the sound of spring coming.

[If you leave it open like that, pollen comes in. My father hates it.]

My mother comes into my room.

Since he was a person who had been a member of the university all his life, he was always full of dignity.

[But it’s still good. It’s spring. I can’t smell that scent except at this time.]

[Oh, I guess I should have sent my son to Korean literature instead of medical school.]

[They say it’s hard to make a living.]

[You can be a professor.]

[I heard it from my father. I heard you had a hard time right before you became a professor. I want to hit them all…]

[Oh my, that guy… he talks like that.]

My embarrassed mother waved her hand and placed a neatly peeled apple down in front of me.

[Eat the apple.]

[Did your mother eat it?]

[I eat while cutting.]

I took the apple with my fork and handed it to my mother.

[Oh, I’ve never seen you eat it before. Please eat here and leave.]

[…This guy. Still, since it’s from my son, I’ll be grateful and eat it.]

My mother sat next to me.

I lifted the apple to my mouth with my hand.

Crunchy.

The apples were delicious.

The sweet and sour juice that bursts as soon as you chew it and the lightness you feel when the hard flesh is crushed show that it is a top-quality apple.

[As expected, your mother’s skill in picking fruit is excellent.]

[Oh my, I didn’t choose this. I received it as a gift.]

My mother laughed as if it was fun.

I feel embarrassed for no reason.

[Oh, my mother too. Wouldn’t it be better if I just told you that you chose it?]

[It is said that educators cannot overlook the mistakes of their students.]

[I am your son.]

[Ho Ho. yes.]

Crunchy.

Hwiiing.

The wind blows into the house again.

The scent of spring, along with the sweetness of apples, refreshes my mood.

[son. It’s really amazing.]

[What?]

[It must have been really difficult, but you did it well.]

My mother’s small, wrinkled hand held mine.

[Sorry. Because my mother couldn’t protect me until the end.]

……

I knew it.

This is not a normal situation.

Mother passed away.

With my father.

He was driven to death by his debtors.

Suicide, not suicide.

A person like that cannot be in my room like this right now.

But I couldn’t deny my mother.

I missed you so much.

She was so motherly.

Even the way you speak.

Gestures too.

And even the heart that loves me.

[You will do well in the future. The mother believes in her son.]

[Uh…Mother.]

Tears welled up in my eyes.

[why are you crying. I’ve done well so far without crying.]

My mother hugged me.

The tears that had stopped before my eyes finally started to burst out.

[This guy…he had a hard time.]

Pat pat.

My mother patted me on the back.

A mother’s soft hands.

The feel of a warm body.

[But you did well. You raised your daughter well too.]

[Yes…yes…mother…this is all thanks to you…]

[Your father will also be proud of you.]

My mother’s hand passes down my back and moves toward my waist.

[Okay…I have a question.]

[Uh…what is it?]

Sigh.

I felt a cold feeling for a moment.

My mother’s hand went inside my pants.

…He grabbed my genitals.

and.

[Is your daughter my biological grandchild?]

“Haaa!”

“Aaagh!”

A dark room.

Behind me, my daughter was screaming while holding me.

“What…what is it, Dad?! What’s going on?!!!”

dream.

It was a dream.

what?

What is this dream?

“Ah…Dad. Are you okay?”

My daughter fell off my back.

He seemed extremely surprised by my sudden scream.

The already large eyes were completely screwed up.

“Ah…that…that…”

It was confusing.

It was a dream that seemed so real.

mother.

The face I wanted to see so much.

It was so vivid, as if he had really come back to life.

But why?

Why on earth would you say something like that in a dream?

“Cough! Crumble!”

I could hear how surprised I was.

“Dad…wait, I’ll bring water.”

My daughter went outside to get water when I started coughing hard.

Seeing as how half of my pajamas were off, I must have struggled quite a bit.

“Haa…haa…..”

I adjusted my clothes and sat down on the bed.

What is it?

Why…did my mother say that?

If he were alive… he would never have said such a thing.

Even if my daughter is not of my blood.

That last voice.

The poisonous meaning contained in my mother’s soft voice felt like an awl piercing my heart.

The woman of my dream is not my mother.

But the problem is that right before that, she was too much like a mother.

“Dad… I brought water. Drink this.”

“Ah…yes…thank you.”

The water my daughter brought was lukewarm.

This is a good remedy when you are in trouble.

Gulp.

It was neither cold nor hot, so it went down smoothly.

My heart, which was surprised along with the water, began to go down little by little.

“Dad… are you okay? what’s the matter? Did you have a strange dream?”

Minah, seeing my stable appearance, sat down next to me and asked.

“Yeah…no big deal…”

“Ah, Dad’s condition is not that bad. what. What’s going on?”

“…Honestly, I just feel a feeling and can’t remember what it is…I’m sorry, daughter.”

“…So you’re not in a good mood right now?”

“…a little?”

width.

Mina leaned her head on my shoulder.

“How about it like this?”

Minah’s soft hair.

It was warm and nice.

I could clearly feel my daughter’s thoughts about me.

“Minaya.”

“Huh?”

“Thank you. For coming to me as father’s daughter.”

“…Yes.”

Does it mean that you like it or that you don’t like it?

I felt like Mina’s answer was a little hesitant.

Well, that can happen.

How absurd would it be for a father to suddenly wake up at dawn and say that he loves him?

“I love you, daughter.”

“Me too, Dad.”

Come on.

My daughter holds my waist.

Put your head on your shoulder.

Like a puppy snuggling into the body of its trusting owner.

It was my turn to answer the last question asked by the woman of my dreams.

“My daughter…dad loves her.”

“Yes……”

So, my father and daughter depended on each other for a long time and consoled each other.

****

“Haaapum.”

In the end, I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t sleep at all.

I felt relieved, but I was completely awake.

“Dad, let’s eat.”

4 a.m.

It was a little early, but it was enough time to have breakfast.

Fried egg.

2 strips of bacon.

Two pieces of bread toasted in a toaster and one piece of butter.

And sliced tomatoes.

This is the breakfast my daughter prepares every weekend.

But today is a weekday.

This is usually the day I make breakfast.

“Dad, stay still. I’ll prepare it today.”

“No, Dad……”

“Dad, you had a nightmare. In times like this, just stay still! What if I lose my mind and get hurt?”

The daughter winked and pushed her father away.

“So, dad, rest comfortably and come to the table when your daughter calls you. Did you know?”

Mina’s heart that worries about me.

It was calming my mind.

“I understand. Then I’m sorry, but I’ll ask you a favor, my daughter.”

“Why are you sorry dad? Don’t say that.”

Mina’s laughter.

Was it a panacea?

“…I am the one who should feel sorry.”

“Huh?”

“No, Dad. anyway! Quickly rest a little more!!”

Minah quickly runs to the kitchen.

In these cases, it is best to listen to the chef.

……

So, my daughter and I ate breakfast and spent some time chatting.

And before I knew it, it was time to go to work and I was at the hospital.

“I’ll be resting at home today.”

“Yes, my daughter. Oh right. If you get a call about tuition, let your dad know. I’ll pay right away.”

“Yes, thank you!”

side.

Mina gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Dad, cheer up!! Fighting!”

A guy who hasn’t done that since middle school.

Normally, at this age, it’s behavior that dad wouldn’t find disgusting.

I felt… not bad.

The dream wasn’t that great, but I’ve recovered to this extent!

…I thought, but I was sleepy.

“Oh my? You went to work early, right?”

Black stockings with a slight hint of skin color.

Long outstretched legs.

Black, shiny high heels.

I could see a short leather skirt that, if done wrong, would expose the buttocks.

“Are you here?”

Pay doctor at our surgery.

This is Teacher Baek.

Her real name is Baek Arin.

He is a junior at my school.

He is about 165cm tall, but his proportions are good so his legs look very long.

But I didn’t like dressing up.

He dressed like a boy and had his hair cut short.

Additionally, it was unusual to use a tone that only casual sergeants would use when discussing women.

So there was a time when I was mistaken for a homosexual.

[Ugh… I’m a senior… I feel so unfair… I’m a lesbian… Sigh…]

One time, a fake accusation that Arin was a lesbian was posted on the school’s anonymous bulletin board.

He drank alcohol at night, came to me, complained to me, and fell asleep in my room.

[Ha… I’m a senior… There’s no one who will believe in me other than my senior… I’m sorry…]

It seems like Arin was really going through a lot of trouble.

He looked like a poor puppy.

I wanted to help.

So purely.

So, I actively appealed to other seniors that Harin was not a lesbian.

This was possible because I had built up some connections there.

In the end, a senior with a loud voice in the department was able to resolve the situation and eliminate the misunderstanding.

[Thank you! Thank you so much!!]

It was from then on.

That’s why Arin started following me.