“Youth sure is good alright.”

Choi Haesoo breathed in a wave of coffee fragrance that came from her mug. A colleague of hers gave the coffee to her as a present saying that the coffee had a strong sour taste, but for now, the smell was enough to satisfy her. She grabbed the mug and sat in front of her work table. It was a sitting table in the living room. This old table that had been with her for more than ten years was the one that Haesoo cherished the most, and it was her number one item to make a living. The cream-colored laptop on top of it was number two.

She put the mug next to the laptop and looked at her draft that she had printed out. The manuscript she had written two years ago was only polished into a draft quite recently. The story was about the love of a young couple. She never had any plans to complete it, but when she had a look at her daughter recently, she really had the urge to write it. She thanked her daughter for reminding her of this old manuscript.

She turned on the music at a low volume so that she could not hear the lyrics and opened the word processor program. To arrive at this moment, Haesoo did some cleaning and laundry, created some side dishes, and not only that, she even carefully cleaned the...