43 – Parents
I don’t know when I’m going to sleep. I was tired, so I leaned against the wall for a while, but before I knew it, I was lying on the floor.
My cheeks were covered with saliva, so I roughly wiped them off with my hand. A sweet taste came out of his mouth. I want to brush my teeth.
I don’t know, but it seems like a lot of time has passed. The funeral home has no windows, so I’m not sure how much time has passed.
Roughly, it felt like a day had passed. Leftover yukgaejang or meat was collected and disposed of. Then light the incense.
Did any condolences come to me while I was sleeping? I thought so, so I looked at the guestbook, but there was no one there.
… I only applied for 50 pieces because the minimum number of people to order is 50 pieces.
At that time, after seeing me ordering like that, the funeral director teacher from Mirae Sangjo visited me for three days. Also, there must be people who eat a lot, not just one meal.
I’ll report on the situation then and order it.
I said
, But I never imagined that this much number of mourners would not come.
Surely, they say he told his father’s acquaintances the news of his obituary.
No news. I couldn’t even eat 50 servings by myself.
There are things like seaweed, almonds, and cider or coke as main dishes, other than meat and chicken broth.
It looks like I can’t even use it all and leave it behind.
…It was a bit sad.
Someone died. I was upset that no one was paying attention.
What was my father thinking when he died in his house?
-Beat, beat, beat.
The sound of footsteps. I looked around, wondering if he was a mourner, and saw the undertaker holding a large box.
“Do you have Seon-kun Yoo?”
“Yes, what happened?”
“These are things I brought from the deceased’s house. There are things like a diary, and a photo album. There are properties that need to be disposed of and organized.
Can I talk to Yoo Seon about that? Oh, of course there is little I can help you with money. Perhaps a lawyer from Mirae Law Firm, who is good at organizing this legacy, will come and
I’ll help you Seon Yoo- If there’s one thing you’d like to say. You don’t have to do it right now. Because, Yoo Seon-gun also has a lot of things to think about in his head right now.
It’s going to be very complicated right now. So… If you can afford it later. At that time, I think you can contact me with this business card here.”
The funeral director gave me a business card. Mirae Sangjo – I checked the name and phone number written as Park Hyuk-soo.
“And in this box, there are diaries and photo albums that the deceased used to write. I’ll put these here.”
“Yes”
“Also, I want to deliver the news of my father’s obituary to the place where he worked, but he never used a cell phone before. It’s not easy to contact him everywhere.
These days, even the elderly carry a phone, but they don’t have contact information or anything like that. It’s difficult to deliver the news of the obituary.
It will be fine. Probably, many will come!”
“…Yes”
I think this is the first time the funeral director has ever seen such an empty funeral home. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to say this to me, would you?
“And again… Aside from your father’s contact information, is there anyone Yoo Seong-gun can contact?”
…Who am I going to call…? Funeral. Come to think of it, I had no friends. There were a lot of them when I was in elementary school, but now I don’t even contact them.
In middle school, I built a wall with my surroundings, and high school was full of bad luck. After finding out that my father was killed and there was no one to call to the funeral home. I think I bought the wrong life too.
If Lee Jin-ah hadn’t dragged me to Mirae High School, I could have made some decent friends at Meister High School or Technical High School.
Maybe she didn’t know about her father’s death. It’s just that I don’t know anything. I must have had a normal high school life.
My mom and dad abandoned me. And you won’t be looking for me again. Maybe you’ll live happily ever after without me?
Just that amount of thoughts are in my head, Lee Jin-ah and Mirae Group. I wouldn’t have cared about anything like that.
“…It’s okay. Yu Seon-kun. It could be.”
“Ah! No..! There is! There is someone who might be able to come if you call..! But I don’t have a cell phone, so I know the phone number? The problem is that I don’t have a phone…”
“-Ah, yes. Here it is”
He readily gave away his cell phone. Press the keypad to call the director.
-Hey, the director.
-Is it wired? Is it wired? If I call a number I don’t know, it’s always you. Okay, what’s up today…? Call me in the morning like this
-Ah…Over there…
It took me a while to explain everything that had happened to the director.
Of course, I didn’t tell you that Lee Jin-ah bullied me and that the school kids beat me. Because I don’t want to worry
I just left out all the stories related to Lee Jin-ah.
So, I have to say that it doesn’t make much sense. There were many parts that didn’t fit the probability… But the director just listened to my story in silence.
“…Okay. Yu Seon-ah. Then I’ll leave right now.”
When I checked the time, it was 4:00 in the morning. Even if I call at dawn like this, the director doesn’t get angry once.
– Sniff.
Thank you so much.
It’s a long way from the orphanage here, and the director said he’d come all the way here- I feel like there’s one person in the world who can help me.
Because I’m not lonely, the thought that I don’t have to do everything by myself gave me a lot of confidence.
“Thank you.”
Unbeknownst to me, a snoring sound came out. I handed the phone to the funeral director and went back into the funeral home.
“I want to be alone”
“If you need help anytime, call me.”
I took the box the mortician teacher gave me and went back into the room with the picture of the portrait.
In the box is a diary written by my father. There were photo albums, etc. What kind of person was my father?
And… What was my mother doing? To understand that, I think I need to read this photo album and diary.
I opened the box carefully.
Cross Rocks –
The photo albums and diary entries must have been kept for a long time, and they will crumble if touched incorrectly.
The date from when to when was written on the cover of the diary. I read the oldest one.
I read the very first chapter. At this time, Dad was in high school. How hard drilling was at that time. What was written on it
There is nothing different about it.
The drill teacher bullies me. Well, the homeroom teacher didn’t give me a chonji, so I hit me with a stick. Stuff like that.
Well, it’s like living in the world. There is such a thing.
My father is like me.
There were many similarities with me.
It is said that in the past, there were many people who lost their parents due to war. My dad seems to have been one of them.
Because there was no story about grandfather and grandmother, only about priest and nun.
Yes. Well, this is what I expected. If I had a grandpa or grandma, I wouldn’t be in the nursery school either.
I think my father was a single orphan too.
My dad seemed to have a hobby of writing a diary every day.
He writes down what happened that day and what he needs to fix there. Judging by the fact that he had few things to learn, things to reflect on, etc., He was a person with deep thoughts.
Looking at the contents of the diary, I don’t think I’m the kind of person who would abandon a newborn baby irresponsibly at an orphanage.
Today I ate peaches at the cathedral. Well- I went to the valley with Father Francesco and ate watermelon.
When I was in the facility too. It was too wasteful to just remember the fun things with the director in my head, so I used to write them down in my diary.
Looking at this, it seems that the father is using the word “His son”.
In the photo album, the year was written on the outer shell like a diary, and when I opened the photo album, it was full of photos.
If you kindly look at page 3 of the photo album in small letters in the corner of the diary, here are the photos I took when I went out to play. I said
, So while looking at it, I looked at the photo album and there were photos taken when I went up from the valley.
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Short hair, tan skin. My father, squatting on a rock like a frog, looked exactly like me.
I’ve never seen it, but I haven’t even been able to talk about it properly.
I thought that if he had been alive, he would have communicated very well with me.
By the way, why did you send me to an orphanage?
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The more pages you turn, the more you turn. The boy who played in the valley gradually got older, and eventually became a strong young man and went out into society.
And… I’m eating at a restaurant, and I like a woman working in the kitchen.
We should talk about it tomorrow. Something like that came out.
We always talk at the restaurant after eating, and then have coffee after work. After work, we watch a movie together, eat another meal- and then go for a walk in a riverside park and take pictures at a nature farm.
Photo.
Open the photo album and look for the page where the diary is written.
A faded photo. I saw a picture of a man and a woman sitting in a chair. I think I will look like this when I get older.
The man with short hair and tanned skin was my dad.
And next to him sat a straight black haired, fair skinned woman doing her V with her fingers, just like her dad.
“…Mom”
Is that person with a happy smile next to my dad my mom…?
They looked so happy as they sat on a bench and took a picture.