Returner’s Magic Laundry

prologue

Tiling Tiling~

I woke up to the sound of text messages on my cell phone in the morning.

He reached out in the direction of the sound and fumbled to pick up the phone.

The feeling was strange.

It's not the slim phone I've used before, it's long, thick, and unfamiliar.

When I opened my eyes, I was holding my old folder phone.

In front of the phone, the English letters sky were seen, and one corner was dropped, leaving traces of cracks.

Familiar but old feeling.

Taking a deep breath, he turned around and laid down on the ceiling.

‘Who took out the old cell phone? Where did my cell phone go?’

I look around for my phone, but the space is unfamiliar... … But somehow I got used to it.

Here… … .

It was my room, but it wasn't my room.

In one corner of the room, there was a blanket instead of a bed, and there was a small window on the wall next to the desk and chair.

A window made of wood, not a sash.

However, it didn't close properly, so there was a wind chime.

And a bookshelf with the books I used to read when I was in college.

Until yesterday, the house I lived in was a luxury apartment with a bed and a view of the Han River through soft lighting and sash windows.

Of course, the house was going up for auction soon.

But now, that kind of scenery is nowhere to be found.

‘Let’s see. This is my room I used to use... … .”

I closed my eyes and opened them again, but the same thing happened.

He jumped up from his seat.

‘Are you too stressed out? I see all the fuss.’

When I opened the folder on the phone, I saw the monitor and the analog keyboard below it.

I looked at the date and it was March 25th.

Looking at the calendar on the desk, I saw the March 1999 calendar unfolded.

On March 25, 1999... … .

After looking for a long time in my memory, I realized that that day was the day I returned home alone with my deceased parents in a burial place.

Come to think of it, the clothes I'm wearing now are the black mourning clothes I wore back then.

‘Am I back in 1999? Or is it a dream?’

I was definitely standing on the railing of Mapo Bridge yesterday.

and jumped

I also remembered the feeling of the cold water swallowing me up.

At the age of 52, my life as a film director and billions of debt ended my life.

'I remember jumping off... … Why am I lying here?’

She checked the messages on her cell phone.

Texts of consolation from her friends and acquaintances were piled up.

And the last message from her mother.

[Annam-ah, I have prepared the rice, so when you come, eat it. The soup is heated and eaten. We went out for a long time because the weather was nice.]

When I saw the text, I burst into tears.

The two of them liked the gold room.

It was the day that the laundry, where he had worked without a holiday for the rest of his life, was closed for one day and went on a picnic.

He worked hard even on Sundays without a day off, so he bought this two-story building by force.

After making up my mind, I went outside.

The clothes were stained with the body odor of their parents, and the sofa and furniture were still there.

When I was in the middle of setting up a short film with my friends, a blizzard suddenly flew in.

It was news that my parents died in a car accident.

I miss my parents so much.

I found the clothes my mom and dad were wearing a few days ago and hugged them.

I could feel the smell of my parents' flesh.

'If you want to go back, why don't you go back to before your parents died?'

Even if it was just a week ago, or if that wasn't the case, it would have been good even on the morning the two of them died.

If I had gone back to that time, I could have turned everything back.

I couldn't hide my sadness.

I pondered again.

‘Is it because of that?’

Before jumping off the Mapo Bridge, I thought about my parents, but there was something I regretted more than that.

'At that time he wasn't a film director, he just wished he had lived a normal life running the laundry that his parents had inherited... … .'

It was a futile regret, but that earnest regret seemed to have dragged me to this moment.

In the kitchen, there was a set table, and in the pot was my favorite kimchi stew.

I turned on the gas stove to boil the stew, and scooped out the warm rice from the rice cooker and put it in the air.

The rice had dried up after it had been in the rice cooker for a long time, but it was still good.

Like an idiot, I went out to shoot a movie without even eating the last meal my mother made for me.

'What's his movie?'

Even after my parents passed away, I was crazy about movies and sold this building and poured it into my dreams.

This building that my parents worked for all their lives.

I realized it only after living for 50 years.

I know that I am not a talented person in the film industry.

I ate the rice mixed with tears and went down to the first floor.

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Neatly ironed laundry hanging from the ceiling.

A bin in which people's laundry is sorted according to the material of the clothes.

Washing machines and dryers Washing machines, dryers, irons and ironing boards, and other devices you don't know where they are used.

Everything could not have been this pleasant.

An ATM where customers kept a penny or two for laundry.

A meticulous note of the laundry.

A bottle of peppermint candy that Mom used to take out every time she drank her coffee.

I picked up a mint candy and put it in my mouth to melt it.

She remembered that whenever her mother spoke her words, she smelled of mint candy.

On the table is a small frame with pictures of our three family members.

I picked up the frame and looked at it for a while.

After living 52 years, I realized how happy that moment was in my life.

I put the frame down and went out of the laundry and looked at the neighborhood.

On March 25, 1999, the neighborhood was the same as it was back then.

Nostradamus prophesied the destruction of the world, his parents passed away, the 1997 financial crisis passed, the Kim Dae-jung government was inaugurated, and the great American science fiction director Stanley Kubrick passed away.

At this time, somewhere on this street, Lim Chang-chung's 5th album 'Opportunity' was playing.

'chance… … .'

At that moment, I decided

The dream of becoming a film director that ruined my life was neatly put aside and the last legacy left by my parents… … .

I will work hard to run this laundromat.

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