Chapter 126 – 126. That Person
“I’m home.”
“⋯Is your son here?”
“Yes. What about winter?”
“He studies in his room. It’s a test until tomorrow.”
“You went out to play well until yesterday, and today you seem anxious again.”
“That’s right.”
An ambiguous time spanning between afternoon and evening.
Did it go well? In the end, I couldn’t wash away something unpleasant that remained in my heart along with the question.
⋯Is it really okay to entrust that person with my mother?
I don’t think I would have been able to say anything because I was dumbfounded if I had come out confidently.
While I was in serious trouble, the door suddenly opened and my younger brother jumped out.
“Ah, what is it? Brother. If you come, say that you have come.”
“Anyway, when will I come?”
“How do I know that? Brother.”
“⋯Ah, that’s right.”
A slip of the tongue that almost came out in an instant.
Fortunately, Kyeori covered it, but it was quite dangerous.
⋯Calm down.
“Do you have any presents?”
“Why do you have your present?”
“Any snacks?”
“Doesn’t exist. If you eat sweets, you will gain weight.”
“Eating that much doesn’t make me fat…”
“⋯Go in and study. I’ll buy it for you later.”
I blink my eyes several times to give tension to my brain, and continue the normal brother and sister conversation as usual.
The day of independence is not far off.
If you care a little, you’ll be safe for a while, but you shouldn’t get caught on the horse’s tail.
Mom knows that we want to live on our own, and since Dad half forcibly torn down the house, isn’t it that we crossed the 8th ridge until independence?
Of course, until I had to tell my mom about the house being ripped off…
“Have you talked to your father?”
“Well… We had some constructive discussions.”
“Did you say anything harsh?”
“No, not to mention severe…”
“Dad’s voice is not good.”
⋯ You really can’t do any acting.
As the sensitivity increases, the reliability also drops drastically.
Mom, why the hell do you like someone like that? The question of this does not leave her head.
“Have you talked to your dad to relieve your anger?”
“Uh… Just me?”
Should I say that my anger is relieved?
Should I just say I came back after saying what I had to say?
But I told my dad to tell me if I had anything to say.
He didn’t really say anything, so he just talked about me.
If there had been a plausible reason, I would have been relieved of my anger.
Actually, I don’t even know what I’m so mad about.
“What does your father say when he sees you?”
“Well…Well? You didn’t say anything.”
“⋯Did Dad just cry without saying anything?”
“How do you know that…?”
“What, did your father really cry?”
“No, Mom. Judo Newspaper…”
“I barely noticed because I was crying… Whew⋯. That nobleman isn’t someone who cries a lot.”
When I see my mother sighing heavily, I feel like I only get more angry.
I’m angry because I don’t like my dad.
It doesn’t please her that her mother still loves her father.
He’s such a nice person, but why?
⋯ Ha, fuck.
How can all the children and the fathers of the children be like this?
“⋯What did my son say to Dad?”
“Just what… Since Winter and I will be on our own soon, the two of us…”
“Hey boy. You and dad meet after 10 years…”
“That’s what you say because you haven’t seen each other in ten years.”
I wouldn’t have said that if I had met a year or two away.
What kind of topic would I talk intimately with a stranger twice my age?
The only thing we have in common is winter with my mother.
What are you talking about besides those two?
“⋯ Did you ask why she got divorced?”
“I did ask that too.”
“What does Dad say?”
“Because she’s busy and stressed out ⋯, she said they got divorced because they fought and didn’t get along.”
She honestly doesn’t quite understand even though she’s seen and heard it face-to-face.
Why did you get divorced?
Why do you want to reunite?
If things go wrong that much, there’s no reason to reunite.
If you have enough feelings to reunite…
I don’t think there’s any reason not to get a divorce and not see your children.
“Did Daddy say that?”
“No?”
“Don’t get it right. Fighting⋯, stressed. So we got divorced. With your dad.”
So…
Dad didn’t say it on purpose, or he got it wrong. Surely something else happened?
Maybe it’s because my dad was messing around.
If you only look at the trajectory of your life, that seems the most likely.
“⋯Can you tell me more?”
“Son.”
“Yes.”
“This is a bit uncomfortable for my son to hear… Will you still listen?”
It’s an awkward story.
How could it not be uncomfortable to hear from the children’s point of view how their parents divorced?
“I’m fine.”
I still want to hear it.
I think it would be more comfortable for my dad to be trash without any excuses.
⋯ Or else it’s fine.
If her dad is normal, her mom won’t take good care of her.
“⋯Yes. Sit on the sofa Her mother will tell you.”
Living room with noisy TV.
I sat side by side on the sofa with my mother.
⋯If you become independent in the future, there won’t be many days like this.
These are all memories.
“I mean my mother.”
“Yes.”
In fact, I hadn’t really been interested in it for a while.
Because my parents’ divorce didn’t come as a big pain to me.
I ate well, lived well, and grew up well.
At least the extent to which the attitude toward love is distorted?
⋯ No one would have known that it would happen as a result of loving winter.
“I didn’t intend to give birth until winter.”
“⋯ Yes?”
⋯ It’s a surprise.
I thought there would be something, but I didn’t know that Winter would come up with a name.
I can’t believe it, but the secret of birth…
“Because it was very difficult after giving birth to you… I didn’t want to have a second child.”
“Yes.”
“Drinking with your dad on our wedding anniversary… Both mom and dad got very drunk.”
“⋯Ah, yes.”
I’m glad it’s not.
I didn’t really want to know how Winter came about.
I should have been nearby at the time, but it’s a bit awkward.
“My mom used to go to church when she was little. Her great aunt is also a church member.”
“Yes.”
“⋯ Maybe that’s why I couldn’t erase it.”
Still, I had to listen to it because it was a story that turned my life around.
What would have happened if there had been no winter?
It doesn’t matter.
How come winter comes,
This is the result of winter teeth.
Because it’s more important to know what I can do to avoid this unanswered outcome.
I just had to listen.
“So I talked to my dad. I was supposed to have a baby… But it’s because it’s the second, so my body is fine.”
“Because my mother often said that…”
“When you were born, you split your belly.”
Mom poking and pointing at her own belly.
You probably still have the knife marks.
Because I left it
Compared to that, winter is…
“Because your sister was just born.”
“Yes. I know that too.”
⋯ He ate well from his mother’s milk and grew up well.
Sturdy.
“Even though I didn’t have a plan, I was happy because I gave birth to another child. That was until she was busy raising her kids ⋯.”
“So?”
“⋯Mother too. So does your dad. So are you Everyone in my family has a weak stomach.”
Even if you don’t say it openly…
I’m not an idiot, so I can figure it out to some extent.
I was able to understand about half of the reason why Dad couldn’t answer properly.
“⋯He was neglecting his father. After winter gave birth… It just happened.”
Awkward story.
I’ve been seriously thinking about it, so I know roughly.
There were many when I searched.
In some cases, the marital relationship is neglected after childbirth.
“⋯Isn’t your dad cheating on you or something?”
“It’s not like that. Neither Dad nor Mom did anything disrespectful.”
“Did you two fight because you two were neglected?”
“Rather than fighting ⋯, Mom scratched her Dad a lot. Why do you say that these days? She also said that she looked like another woman. ⋯I was very sensitive then. I was anxious.”
⋯ So there must be something that Gye-ri gave up on.
I’m worried that my feelings will cool down when I get old and dull.
I’ve been similarly worried about winter.
The only thing that always wipes it off… Is that, after all.
“When my mom was very sensitive because I was anxious all the time… It was even more so because your dad kept talking about work saying he would feed you guys.”
“Then you divorced…?”
“⋯Your dad doesn’t have as much sense as you. ⋯ When mom is the most sensitive, she talks about taking the kids to America, and she gets pissed off ⋯.
“Did you curse a lot?”
“I didn’t curse. ⋯When I told you to go, you really left the house.”
⋯.
Why couldn’t Dad answer me properly?
The remaining half of the questions have been answered.
It’s not that my mom didn’t do anything wrong.
It’s true that if you show a negative attitude every day, you might get tired of it.
“⋯Are you divorced?”
“It was almost over then. ⋯Your dad said he couldn’t stand it and gave me the house and everything. To America.”
But…
It’s almost all Dad’s fault.
“⋯You’re such a person, so why do you want to reunite?”
“Then she wished her mother well ⋯.”
The sin of not loving her wife.
That is grounds for divorce.
The more you listen, the more excuses there are for you?
“No, no, Dad was wrong. Even though.”
“Because my mom nagged her dad a lot back then. ⋯Mom is also at fault.”
Thank god.
Because my dad is trash
Because mom is innocent
⋯If it wasn’t for that, I would have been emotionally swayed a lot.
Because I didn’t want to go through the good and evil that I’ve believed in all along…
If this was the reason, I honestly feel no guilt at all even if I feel free to blame my dad.
“Sorry, son. ⋯It would have been better if I had grown up with my mom and dad.”
Instead⋯,
The guilt I felt toward my mother multiplied by the square.
“⋯How can I grow better here?”
I’m afraid to say it with my own mouth, so I’ll never do it anymore.
“Eat more delicious food and go to a better university.”
“Oh, don’t talk about college. Really.”
I’m afraid my dad will hurt my mom again… And I’m worried about that too.
Nana and Winter are hurting each other in real time, so I’m sorry even for that.
“There must have been a lot to learn from living abroad. ⋯I wish my mom worked hard. Right?”
“Because it was Dad’s fault. Her mother did nothing wrong. Really.”
How come you don’t have an answer, fuck.
“Mom.”
“Yes, son.”
Originally, when children are happy, parents should be happy too.
“⋯I don’t think I will ever get married.”
Because the more our siblings pursue our happiness, the more unhappy her mother becomes.
“Why. She should do it when she meets someone to do it. Even if I can’t help it if I can’t meet you.”
“⋯ She doesn’t have the confidence to do well.”
She has the confidence to drop everything and love Winter ⋯,
Can I make Winter happy?
“If it’s my son, everything will be fine. ⋯ Trust only your mother. You are my mother’s son.”
And can we make her mother not unhappy?
What to do with this person…
Could she not hurt?
“No. I just won’t get married⋯ I’m going to live with winter. After all, he’s a kid who won’t meet a normal person…”
“It doesn’t matter whether you live together or not. Still, meet people often. ⋯Meet nice people. There is nothing more satisfying than seeing your children grow up.”
Rather, do you know well if you have been hurt?
Yes?
Dad.
I mean you, you.
“⋯I can’t because I hate kids.”
“Even then, if you find someone you really like, will you change your mind again? Mom did too.”
What should I do?
What should I do with my mother?
Please let me know, fuck.
I’ll do anything you want…
Please do something
⋯Fuck the father,
Please be my father just this once.
Please⋯.
