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☁️ Don't you sometimes have days where your mind is just complicated for no reason? Like days when nothing specific happened, but you just feel off, and even a single word from someone bothers you. It's okay not to try and find a reason for it then. You can just think, "It's just one of those days," and take a break. How was your day today? 💭

You know, Back then, everyone Firmly believed that taking and being taken, Were both about protecting something. Neither side Was foolish. We just didn't know. Even on that day, no different from today, Until the me and you we can no longer see, Until even you, who have forgotten, can remember. So, Don't forget. Don't forget me. Don't forget that day. Please, Don't forget. 🧩

Don't say you're lonely In the end, life is solitary... There's no reason to resent it, is there? I know the sadness of having to leave But understand, meetings and partings are a pair You're crying Yes, cry When you've cried your fill Give me a hug Me too, I too, Am no different from you Let's definitely meet again... When we meet again Let's play together again then Again, And again, Just like today, Even if we have to part.

I have a habit of taking long baths. Today, I took a long bath and came out. I went to the boiler to turn it off. I casually turned off the boiler, which was still on. But today, for some reason, I was touched by the boiler being on for so long. My parents always yelled at me to turn off the boiler a few minutes before I finished bathing. It was to save on fuel. However, when I was bathing, they wouldn't turn off the boiler until I came out. They never even asked if I was done washing. I could feel my parents' love. Thank you to my parents who didn't skimp on fuel so I wouldn't have to wash in cold water, Thank you to God who gave me emotion and realization this morning, Thank you to all those who risked their lives to protect this country. 2026. 9. 2 (Wed)

Wind, oh wind, Leaving the light here, And leaving you behind. Please, oh please, Do not hold me. As you leave, I'll paint the darkness. I'll pluck a flower and savor its scent.

Ain... my daughter Ain, I miss her. She's back. I want to cry too, but I can't. I have to protect her now, more than Ain, who is already gone. "Yeah, I miss her too." I hold her as she collapses and lay her on the bed. By the head of the bed, Ain, wearing a raincoat with Joa-ping drawn on it, is laughing on a seesaw. It's okay now. The rainy season is over, and tomorrow will be sunny. I change her clothes and cover her with a blanket. I leave the room, close the veranda window, pick up Ain's rain boots, and go to the small room. The room, now without its owner, is still as bright and cheerful as when she was here. I place Ain's rain boots in a deep spot inside, then leave. The room closes again, and I open the Bacardi 151 hidden deep in the refrigerator, pour it into a glass, and turn off all the lights in the house. I feel the strong liquor travel down my esophagus, spreading through my body. Right now, I hurt inside because of the strong liquor. That's why I'm crying. Because of the alcohol.

Whether searching for traces already washed away by the rain, or after touching everything, she waves as if someone were there and walks towards my building. A little later, I hear footsteps at the entrance. I wait until I can see her hair, which was just at the playground, through the peephole. The speed of her ascent, one step at a time, is slow. My heart, unlike hers, races. One, two, three, four, four and a half. I open the front door. Just before I almost collide with her, I quickly stop my steps, grab her stumbling wrist, and steady her so she doesn't fall. "Thank…" Behind her hoarse voice, unable to finish, I see her eyes clouded with tears. "I'm sorry. Are you okay?" She nods with difficulty and pulls her wrist away from my grasp. Her wrist, marked with deep fingerprints, seems to hurt, and her tears briefly stop. "Does it hurt?" She nods. I lead her inside. She follows weakly, then spots the yellow size 120 rain boots with Joa-ping drawn on them. Immediately, she buries herself in my arms and sobs.

From the 3rd floor of the apartment, her detailed features are obscured by the veranda's screen door. However, her considerable height and slender build are evident from how her body sways with every gust of wind and rain. Unconcerned by the gazes of passersby, she stares solely at the motionless seesaw, only flinching when a yellow bus arrives – a fleeting moment. During dismissal time, as yellow buses arrive one after another, a girl wearing a rain jacket adorned with Joa-ping from the Tinyping characters, among many other colorful choices, presses down on or rides the wet seesaw. Her umbrella, pulled down low, lifts slightly, revealing two expressions that flash across her face. A smile with downcast eyes and sadness pass in an incredibly short interval, but she quickly returns to her original state, unnoticed by anyone present. This continues throughout the rainy spell, and when the rain finally stops, she folds her much smaller umbrella and hooks it onto her wrist. She turns her head to look at the seesaw, then slowly touches the spots where the children's traces lingered, one by one.

On days like this, when it rains a lot, she's always sitting on the swing. She's a woman under a cute umbrella, with a beige-yellow background, dotted with Rubber Ducks showing different expressions and gestures. Even in the faded, photo-like weather, her long hair, a mix of yellow and wine, uniquely catches my eye. Her stretched-out white t-shirt has Tinyping, popular with kids these days, drawn on it, but stickers are peeling off in places, making it impossible to tell who it is. Her worn-out jeans showed her pale skin through natural cracks from years of wear, and rainwater and sand steadily accumulated on the yellow boots that reached below her knees. She just stares at the seesaw getting wet with rain, as if all of it is natural.

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