Jeon Yeo-ju Rescue Project 1.
Please note that this may cause trauma.
My mother died.
"What, Mom, you didn't go to work today?"
My mother thought only of me until the very end. Just in time for me to get home from school, she'd prepare a table full of my favorite bulgogi, then close her eyes in the living room, her expression carefree.
"Mom. Mom? Mom! There's no answer. Did you go back to work?"
When I entered the bedroom and called for my mother, she didn't respond, her expression still relaxed. She was a light sleeper. Even the slightest movement of my body would wake her, and she always suffered from insomnia.
Thinking that my mother was fast asleep without even hearing me, I quietly left the room again and quickly ate the bulgogi my mother had made, emptying two bowls of rice to fill my hungry stomach.
"Stop trolling, hey, heal me."
And then, like an idiot, I forgot my mom still wasn't awake, and played games with my friend for an hour. I wondered if she was still asleep, but I didn't want to wake her, so I just ignored the thought.
When I finally went back into the living room after so much time had passed,
"Mom, are you still sleeping?"
Mom was still asleep. She looked no different than when I saw her after returning from school, with no sign of tossing or turning. I thought she was sound asleep.
"Mom, wake up! If you sleep like this, you won't be able to sleep later."
Of course, as expected, there was no answer.
"Mom! Can't you hear me? Why are you sleeping so soundly?"
"······."
"Mom~"
"······."
"Mom! Mom, can't you hear me? Mom~!"
"······."
"···Mom. Mom?"
No way. No way. That can't be. My heart pounded. As time passed, the pounding became a pounding, and soon it was pounding so hard it was hard to breathe. Mom still didn't answer.
No matter how many times I called her, Mom just lay there with her eyes closed, her expression as gentle and comfortable as ever. She must be overworked from being busy these days. She might have fainted for a moment. I need to call an ambulance right away, I need to, but why, why...
"mom······."
My body froze, unable to move. All I could do was cry nonstop, and repeat the word "Mom." No, my mom probably just collapsed. This has happened before. She collapsed for hours, and then I hugged her, apologizing for worrying her.
"Why... why aren't you breathing... Mom, don't do that... Mom..."
I didn't have the courage to call 119. When the ambulance arrived, the paramedics would check my mother's life or death, and I absolutely hated the moment when they would cover her face with a white cloth, saying the golden time had already passed.
It was hard to accept that Mom was dead. She just collapsed, and she'd wake up any moment. I stroked her cheek with a trembling hand. ... It's cold. Like ice.
"Why are you leaving me alone!! How can you just leave like this without saying anything! What do you want me to do now!!!"
I hated my mother so much I could die from it. She always smiled brightly and waved at me, telling me to have a good day at school. When she was having a hard time, she would just say so and rest. Why did she always live with only me, always caring for me? Why did she pretend to be fine and die alone?
"I'm sorry... It was my fault, Mom... From now on, I won't let you down and I'll listen to you better. So please wake up... Mom, please..."
The next target of my resentment was me. I shamelessly ate and played games, unaware that my mother had already died. She died alone, unable to let go of everything, and yet, as a son, I was the one who sent her away, unable to do anything.
I wanted to throw up the bulgogi I'd just eaten. It was the last meal my mother had prepared for me, and I hadn't even realized it, so I ate it all. If I'd known this was coming, I should've just saved it instead of eating it. No matter how much I poked my throat with my fingers, the nausea continued to rise, and nothing changed.
That's how my mother died.
At the young age of just 37.
Not long after, my mother's funeral was held.
Since I didn't have any cousins I could truly call family, few people came to my mother's funeral. My worries about the cheapest room at the funeral being too small were now in vain.
As I continued to burn the incense, I looked up with swollen eyes and saw my mother smiling brightly in the memorial portrait. In this situation, my mother was so beautiful, it was unnecessarily cute.
"When will the funeral be held?"
"··· Please come tomorrow at the earliest possible time."
"Yes, I understand." The funeral home staff left, and the silence in the room, untouched by anyone but me, continued. "How can Mom have no friends? I'm the only one who can mourn." I groaned, wiping away the tears that fell again with a pitter-patter.
"excuse me."
"······."
"hey."
"······."
"hey!"
I closed my eyes, thinking I'd get some shut-eye, and was leaning my head against the wall when I felt someone approach me. Startled, I quickly got up from my seat and bowed.
"······."
But... who is he? It was a face I'd never seen before. How do you know my mother? At my question, the man simply smiled, the corners of his lips curling up. When I furrowed my brow in puzzlement, the man extended his hand.
"Do you want to save your loved one?"
"··· yes?"
"I asked if you wanted to save your loved one."
"What is that..."
The man spoke strangely. He paid no attention to my hesitation and retreat, and with that broad smile, he extended his large hand and asked if I wanted to save someone precious to me.
"Oh, I think you're misunderstanding, so I'll be direct."
"······."
"Do you want to save your mother?"
Suddenly, I felt a strange, hazy feeling. Was this what it felt like to be drunk? A feeling like I'd taken a sleeping pill was taking over me. Then the man asked again.
"Do you want to save your mother?"
My body wouldn't listen. My mind went blank, I lost all thought, and I simply followed my heart's lead and answered the man's questions.
"······ yes."
dump.
As I answered, I grabbed the man's hand.
As soon as my eyes rolled back, I fell down.
The man,
It disappeared without a trace.
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