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  • Prologue - Confession of a Memory Merchant
    May 29 2025

    Prologue - Confession of a Memory Merchant

    My name is Kang Min-jae, 29 years old. My profession? Memory merchant.

    At 7 AM sharp, I unfailingly open the door to my small shop bearing the sign "Memorium." From the outside, it looks like an ordinary café, but instead of coffee, we sell memories here. To be precise, we buy, sell, store, and heal them.

    People in this world fall into two categories: those who want to remember, and those who want to forget. I work as a broker between them—sometimes like a doctor, sometimes like a counselor, sometimes just as someone who listens.

    But my own memories... they only go back three years. Everything before that is shrouded in fog, hazy and unclear. Sometimes in dreams I hear someone's voice, but it vanishes the moment I wake up.

    "Hyung... why did you do that..."

    I had the same dream again last night. Someone was calling me, crying. But I don't know who it was or why they were crying.

    Today, once again, I'll have to peer into someone else's memories. I'll enter their lives, feel their pain and joy alongside them, and sometimes carry their burdens for them.

    I find myself wondering: Who am I, really? And why did I end up doing this work?

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  • Chapter 1 - The Shop That Sells Memories
    May 29 2025
    Chapter 1 - The First Customer: Wounds of LoveDing-a-ling! The small bell above the door chimed. 9 AM on the dot—my first customer of the day."Hello... is this the place that... erases memories?"A woman with an exhausted voice entered. Kim Seo-yeon, estimated age 29. She carried a designer handbag, but her nails showed signs of being bitten, and dark circles were visible beneath her makeup."That's right. Please, have a seat."I guided her to the chair in front of the counter. This space might look like an ordinary café on the surface, but it hides special devices. The chairs have microscopic brainwave sensors embedded in them, and the tables contain memory extraction equipment."Would you like some tea? It's an herbal blend with calming properties...""No, thank you. I just... I want to get this over with quickly."Seo-yeon trembled as she pulled a thick envelope from her handbag."I don't know how much is in here, but I'll give you everything. Please... please erase the memories of that man.""Please calm down first, and tell me slowly. What memories would you like erased?"Tears began falling from Seo-yeon's eyes."My boyfriend... we dated for three years. Yesterday... yesterday I found out he was cheating on me. Not just with one woman, but multiple women."It's a common story. But that doesn't make it any less painful for the person experiencing it."How specifically did you find out?""I saw messages on his phone... SNS conversations. It wasn't just one or two people. There were at least five, and... even my friend was involved."Seo-yeon continued with her head bowed. "Pathetic, isn't it? I was fooled for three whole years. Everyone around me knew, but I didn't. Or maybe... maybe I just didn't want to know.""You mentioned your friend was involved...""My college classmate, Soo-jin... I thought she was my closest friend, but she'd been seeing my boyfriend for six months. Every time I worked late, every time I went on business trips..."Seo-yeon's voice grew quieter. "Whenever he told me he was 'too busy' or had 'a lot of work,' I said I understood, that it was okay. I even bragged to Soo-jin about how wonderful my boyfriend was."I placed my hand on her shoulder. Instantly, her emotions flowed into me—betrayal, anger, self-loathing, and above all, deep hurt."Seo-yeon, you need to think carefully about memory deletion. Once they're erased, there's no going back.""I don't care. I want everything related to him gone. From the moment we first met until last night when we broke up... everything."I opened the menu, but first, an explanation was needed."There's something you should know. Memories don't just disappear—they transfer somewhere else. If you have them completely erased, I'll take on those memories myself.""Is that... okay with you?""It's my job. But I don't recommend total deletion. If you erase three years of memories, all the growth that happened during that time disappears too. Everything you learned and felt during that period would be gone."Seo-yeon pondered for a long time. "Then... what would you recommend?""You have several options. First, selective deletion—we remove only the particularly painful memories. Second, emotional separation—we keep the memories but neutralize the emotions associated with them. Third, memory storage—we remove them now, but you can retrieve them when you're ready someday.""What's emotional separation like?""The memories remain, but the pain and anger you feel when recalling them disappear. You'll be able to accept them calmly, like listening to someone else's story."Seo-yeon thought for a long time before speaking."Please do emotional separation. I want to keep the memories... there were good moments too. When we first held hands, our first kiss... those are part of my life."It was a wise choice."Understood. Let's begin then. You might feel a bit dizzy, so just relax and lean back."I took both of Seo-yeon's hands in mine. Soon, I entered her memories.First memory: A chance encounter at a university café."I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" The man who spilled coffee apologetically offered tissues. Park Jung-woo, 27 years old. Two years older than Seo-yeon. Graduate student in business administration."Oh, it's fine. It didn't get on my clothes." Seo-yeon answered with a smile. I could feel the flutter of their first meeting.Second memory: Their first date. Fireworks at Han River Park.Jung-woo draped his jacket over Seo-yeon's shoulders. "Tell me if you're cold. I'll hold you."Seo-yeon's heart raced. She'd never felt this way before.Third memory: Their first kiss. Under a streetlight in a university alley.Jung-woo gently placed his hand on Seo-yeon's cheek. "May I kiss you?"Seo-yeon closed her eyes and nodded.As I examined each memory, I carefully left the happy moments intact while delicately separating out the painful emotions.Fourth memory: The first suspicion. Six months ago, a notification on Jung-woo's phone at 2 AM."Who is it?""Oh, a coworker. Probably sent by ...
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  • Chapter 2 - The Store That Sells Memories
    May 29 2025
    Chapter 2 - The Second Customer, Lost HappinessAt 2 PM, the second customer walked in. Park Min-su, 45 years old. His suit was neat but his shirt was wrinkled, his beard unshaven for days, and most telling of all were the deep dark circles under his eyes that spoke volumes about his condition."I heard that... I can buy memories here."It was an unusual request. Most people came to erase memories, but buyers were rare."What kind of memory are you looking for?"Min-su pulled out an old photograph from his wallet. It was a happy family photo—a young Min-su, a beautiful wife, and what looked like a 5-year-old daughter."I want to recover... happy memories with them.""What do you mean by 'recover'?""I lost my wife and daughter in a car accident five years ago. The shock was so great that... I lost all memories related to them. Even the good ones."Min-su's voice trembled."The doctors said it was psychogenic amnesia. The trauma was so severe that my brain blocked out the memories to protect itself. But... but I didn't want to lose all those happy times we shared."I took his hand and peered into his memories. Indeed, only memories from five years ago onward remained. Everything before that was a complete blank."So you have no memories of your family at all.""I can't remember my wife's voice or my daughter's laughter. I don't even remember how we met or when we got married... I only know them through photos and videos."Min-su clenched his fists."Every night I search for them in my dreams. But since I can't remember their faces or voices... I can't even meet them in my dreams.""But I can't create fake memories for you. We only deal with real memories.""Real memories?"I led him to the back of the shop. Opening the door marked 'Memory Archive' revealed an enormous warehouse. Hundreds of glass bottles were arranged on shelves, each containing memories donated by different people.They varied in size and color. Happy memories glowed with warm golden light, sad memories emitted blue light, and memories of anger radiated red light."What is this?""These are memories that other people have stored or donated. Some people want to erase painful memories but don't want them to disappear completely, so they leave them here. And some of these..."I pointed to a corner marked 'Donation.'"These are memories from people who donated them. People who found them too painful for themselves but thought they might help someone else."Min-su's eyes lit up."So... might there be someone who donated happy memories with their family?"I examined the donation section and found one particular bottle: 'Joy of First Child's Birth - Anonymous Donor, 26-year-old Female.'"This memory... who donated it?""A woman who became an unwed mother in her early twenties. She was in such dire financial straits that she had no choice but to give the child up for adoption. The guilt was so overwhelming that she wanted to erase all memories related to the birth."I pulled out the donor's letter."But she left this letter: 'I hope this memory can help someone who truly misses their family.'"Tears fell from Min-su's eyes."Could I... have that memory?""But that's someone else's child. Not your daughter.""I don't care. The joy, the excitement, the feeling of love... I want to experience those emotions again. I want to know how I felt waiting for my daughter, what it was like when I first held her..."I carefully opened the bottle. Warm golden light seeped out."Are you ready?"Min-su nodded. I pressed the light against his forehead.Suddenly, the scene of a hospital delivery room unfolded. After the pain of labor, a baby's first cry could be heard."Congratulations. It's a healthy baby girl."The nurse placed the newborn in waiting arms. A small, warm life. The entire world was filled with this tiny being."Hello, my daughter... do you know how long mommy has been waiting for you?"Love enveloped everything. I never knew such emotions existed in this world. The feeling that you could do anything for someone.Min-su smiled brightly through his tears."This is it... this is how it felt. When I first saw our daughter, I must have felt exactly like this."But I had to receive the other memories as well—the donor's pain too. The day she gave the child to the adoption agency."Live well... mommy is sorry."A final embrace. And then eternal separation.That sorrow entered me. While I gave Min-su only the joy, I received the donor's pain in its entirety."Thank you... thank you so much."Min-su paid 5 million won and left the shop. I could feel a father's warmth in his retreating figure.I looked in the mirror. Another emotion had been etched onto my face. Following Seo-yeon's pain, now I carried a mother's sorrow of separation."It's getting heavier."But something was strange. Today, my reflection in the mirror seemed unfamiliar, as if I were looking at someone else.I suddenly became curious. Who am I? Why did I end up doing this work? And... why do my memories only go back three years?
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  • Episode 3 - The Store That Sells Memories
    May 29 2025
    Episode 3 - The Suspicious Visitor7 PM—time for the last customer. Usually, special cases came at this hour. The door opened, and an unexpected person walked in. A man who looked slightly younger than me. But his eyes were strangely familiar."Hello.""Oh... hello. How can I help you?"He stared at me for a long time. I could sense complex emotions in his gaze—longing, pity, and... guilt?"I came to return your memories.""Return?""Yes. The memories you lost."A chill ran down my spine."Do you know who I am?"The man smiled sadly. "Kang Min-jae. 29 years old. Psychology graduate from Seoul National University. And... my older brother.""Brother?""I'm Kang Min-ho. Your younger brother."I collapsed into my chair. It was the moment when the first piece of a puzzle I'd been curious about for three years finally fit into place."Then... why can't I remember...""Because you erased them yourself, hyung. Three years ago."Min-ho pulled out an old newspaper from his bag.'Drunk Driving Accident Kills Family... Perpetrator is Seoul National Graduate Student''Victims were crossing at a crosswalk with 6-year-old daughter''Perpetrator Kang Min-jae (26), blood alcohol level 0.15%, license revocation level'The perpetrator in the photo was... me."This is... me?""December 24th, three years ago. Christmas Eve. You had drinks with your graduate school friends and drove home."Min-ho's voice trembled. "You ignored a red light and hit a mother and daughter crossing at the crosswalk."I looked at the newspaper again. There were photos of the victims—a young woman and a cute girl about 6 years old."Lee Eun-ju, 32, and her daughter Lee Chae-won, 6. Chae-won died on the spot, and Eun-ju passed away three days later at the hospital."My hands shook."After that, you... couldn't bear it. You had nightmares every night, couldn't eat properly. Eventually...""I erased my memories?""At first, you tried to erase only the accident-related memories. But that wasn't enough. Because all the memories connected to that day became traumatic."Min-ho continued explaining. "Memories of drinking with friends, memories of gripping the steering wheel, even memories of buying the car... everything connected to that day became painful.""So?""In the end, you erased all memories before that. College days, family memories, even memories with me."I shook my head in disbelief. "That can't be... Then who am I now?""You created a new personality. A fake identity for someone who lost their memory. And this shop..."Min-ho looked around. "This shop was originally started by our grandfather. You helped him since you were young. So even after erasing your memories, you instinctively continued this work."I held my head. Too much information was flooding in at once."Then... what I've been doing all this time?""Acts of atonement. Even unconsciously, you were trying to pay for the sin you committed by carrying other people's pain instead."Min-ho pulled out something else from his bag—a small glass bottle."These are your original memories. I've been keeping them for three years."Inside the bottle, lights of complex colors swirled—gold, blue, red... countless emotions mixed together."Why... why are you telling me this now?""Because you're changing, hyung."Min-ho examined my face closely. "At first, even when you received other people's memories, you remained yourself. But over the past few months... your face keeps changing.""What do you mean?""Look in the mirror."I looked in the mirror. Min-ho was right. My face was... different somehow. The wrinkles around my eyes, the lines around my mouth, even the color of my pupils."By receiving too many other people's memories and emotions, your original identity is becoming blurred. If this continues...""What will happen?""You might become a completely different person. Or rather, it seems like that's already happening."I reflected on the past three years—hundreds of customers, thousands of memories. All of them were accumulated inside me."Then... if I want to know who I really am?"Min-ho held out the bottle. "You need to take these back. But...""But?""The memories of that accident will return too. Everything from that night. Are you prepared to relive that pain?"I hesitated for a long time. I had lived peacefully (in a way) for three years—was there really a reason to reclaim those hellish memories?But at the same time, I was curious. Who was the real me? What kind of person was I?"You decide, hyung. I... I'll support whatever choice you make."I could feel the sincerity in Min-ho's eyes.I stared at the bottle. Twenty-six years of my life were contained inside—happy moments, sad moments, and... the moment of an irreversible mistake."Can you... give me some time?""Of course. But you can't think about it too long. Your original identity is already quite blurred."Min-ho placed the bottle on the table and stood up. "I'll come back tomorrow. Think about it until then."After he left, I was alone. I stared at the bottle and ...
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  • Chapter 4 - The Store That Sells Memories
    May 29 2025

    Chapter 4 - The Time of Choice

    The next morning, I opened the shop earlier than usual. I had made my decision after thinking about it all night.

    At 10 AM, Minho arrived.

    "Hyung, what did you decide?"

    "Bring back... my memories."

    Minho looked shocked. "Really? Even the painful ones?"

    "Yes. I want to... I want to know who I really am. And..." I paused to collect my thoughts. "And I want to properly remember what I did. Without running away."

    Tears fell from Minho's eyes. "Hyung... are you sure you'll be okay?"

    "I won't be okay. But I think it's the right thing to do."

    I sat in the chair and prepared myself. "Let's begin."

    Minho carefully opened the bottle. Complex lights swirled and moved toward me.

    First memory. My childhood. I was 7 years old. Minho was 5.

    "Hyung, let me play too!"

    "No. You're still too young."

    But in the end, I carried Minho on my back and played with him. Every time my little brother laughed, I was happy too.

    Second memory. Middle school years. Our parents' divorce. Minho and I went to live with our grandfather, following our father.

    "Minjae, now you need to take good care of Minho."

    Grandfather showed us the shop. It was the predecessor of Memorium.

    "This work has been done by our family for generations. It's about easing other people's pain."

    Third memory. College years. I entered the psychology department. I studied memory and the human mind. I learned memory manipulation techniques under grandfather's guidance.

    "This ability shouldn't be used carelessly. Only for people who really need help."

    Fourth memory. Memories with Minho. After graduating high school, Minho said:

    "Hyung, I want to learn this work too."

    "No. You should take a different path. This work is... this work is too heavy."

    But Minho was stubborn, and eventually we ended up working together.

    Fifth memory. Graduate school days. Days devoted to research. I was writing a thesis on the mechanisms of memory. Sometimes I drank with friends to relieve stress.

    And then... the memory of that day.

    December 24, 2021. Christmas Eve.

    "Minjae, drink moderately today. You need to go home."

    My friend Jaeseok said this, but I didn't listen.

    "It's fine. Just a little more."

    My thesis presentation was the following week. My stress was at its peak.

    "Hey, you have to drive."

    "Come on, I haven't had much. It's fine."

    But in reality, I had finished two bottles of soju by myself.

    At 11 PM, I staggered to my car.

    "Take a taxi!" my friends tried to stop me, but I was stubborn.

    "My house is right there."

    I started the engine and drove off. The world was spinning, but I thought I could drive.

    At the intersection in front of the apartment complex, the traffic light turned yellow. I should have slowed down, but I pressed the accelerator.

    "Let's go fast."

    The light turned red. But I didn't stop.

    Then...

    Someone ran out onto the crosswalk. A young woman was running, holding the hand of a child about 6 years old.

    I hit the brakes, but it was too late.

    CRASH!

    Everything stopped with the impact.

    When I got out of the car, the woman was lying down and the child... the child wasn't moving.

    "No... no!"

    I ran to the child. But they were already gone.

    "Someone... someone please call 119!"

    People gathered around. Someone called for help.

    "This person smells like alcohol."

    "It's drunk driving!"

    The woman had also lost consciousness. An ambulance came and took them to the hospital, but...

    Three days later, she also passed away.

    Lee Eunju, 32 years old. She had been on her way to buy Christmas presents with her daughter Chaewon.

    I... I killed them.

    All my memories came back. I collapsed on the floor and wept.

    "AAAAHHH!"

    Along with all 26 years of memories, the guilt from that day swept through my entire body.

    "Hyung! Hyung!" Minho supported me. "It's okay. It's okay now."

    But it wasn't okay. How could it be okay? I had taken two lives.

    "I'm... I'm a murderer."

    "No, hyung. It was an accident."

    "It was drunk driving. If I hadn't been drinking... if I had followed the traffic signals..."

    I couldn't get up for several days. Guilt and self-loathing crushed my entire body. But Minho stayed by my side and took care of me.

    "Hyung, what will you do now?"

    A week later, I shared my decision.

    "Those people... I want to visit their graves."

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  • Chapter 5 - The Store That Sells Memories
    May 29 2025

    Chapter 5 - The Beginning of Atonement

    The graves of Lee Eunju and Chaewon were located in a small community cemetery on the outskirts of Seoul. The two headstones placed side by side broke my heart.

    'Beloved wife and mother Lee Eunju (1989-2021)' 'Our angel Lee Chaewon (2015-2021)'

    I knelt before them.

    "I'm sorry... It's far too late, but I've finally come to see you."

    The wind blew, scattering fallen leaves.

    "Eunju, Chaewon... I'm Kang Minjae. The person who took your lives three years ago."

    My voice trembled.

    "I won't make excuses. I was drinking and driving, I ignored the traffic light... and I killed you both."

    I placed the flowers I had brought—white lilies that Eunju had loved, and sunflowers that Chaewon had loved.

    "For three years... For three years, I ran away. I erased my memories and lived as someone else. But now I remember. And I will live remembering this for the rest of my life."

    Then I heard a voice behind me.

    "Are you... that person?"

    I turned to see a middle-aged man in his fifties standing there.

    "Who are you?"

    "I'm Lee Eunju's father. Lee Jongha."

    Eunju's father... I bowed my head even deeper.

    "I'm sorry. I'm truly... sorry."

    Mr. Jongha stared at me for a long time. I could feel anger and sorrow in his eyes.

    "Three years... Where have you been for three years?"

    "I had lost... I had lost my memory."

    "Lost your memory?"

    I told him everything honestly—how I had erased my memories, lived under a different identity, and discovered the truth just days ago.

    After listening for a while, Mr. Jongha said, "Was it comfortable living that way?"

    "...I'm sorry."

    "My daughter and granddaughter have been in the cold ground for three years, while you lived comfortably without even remembering."

    His words pierced my heart.

    "But..." Mr. Jongha continued, "at least you came. Though it's late."

    "I don't know... I don't know what I should do from now on."

    "You don't know?" Anger crept into Mr. Jongha's voice. "My daughter was a single mother. Chaewon's father disappeared as soon as he found out about the pregnancy. But my daughter didn't give up. She said she would raise the child on her own."

    I could only listen.

    "She went to night school while working during the day and studying at night... She lived such a difficult life. All for Chaewon."

    Tears fell from Mr. Jongha's eyes.

    "That day too, she was on her way to buy Chaewon a Christmas present. The child wanted a doll... so she was going to buy it for her, even late at night."

    "I'm sorry... I'm truly sorry."

    "Will saying sorry bring back my daughter and granddaughter?" Mr. Jongha shouted. "You just lost your memory and that was the end of it for you, but we have to live with this pain for the rest of our lives!"

    I couldn't say anything. His anger was justified.

    "Then... what should I do?"

    "I don't know. I really don't know."

    Mr. Jongha collapsed as if his strength had left him.

    "I tried to carry on my daughter's dreams. The things Chaewon would have wanted to do when she grew up... But it's too hard."

    "What were her dreams?"

    "Eunju... wanted to become a social worker. She wanted to help people in difficult situations like herself. And Chaewon... wanted to become a teacher."

    I made a decision.

    "I will... I will do it in their place."

    "What did you say?"

    "I will fulfill Eunju's dream in her place. And Chaewon's dream too."

    Mr. Jongha looked puzzled.

    "How?"

    "I run a shop. I'll change it... turn it into a place for people who really need help. For free."

    "What meaning would that have..."

    "And I'll teach children. I'll share everything I have."

    Mr. Jongha stared at me for a long time.

    "Do you think you can be forgiven by doing that?"

    "No. Forgiveness... I don't expect forgiveness. I just... as long as I'm alive, I want to remember them and atone."

    Mr. Jongha got up and left. But he left me with one final word:

    "I'll be watching. To see if you really live that way."

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  • Episode 6 - The Store That Sells Memories
    May 29 2025
    Episode 6 - A New BeginningSix months have passed. I've changed the sign from 'Memorium' to 'Hope Healing Center.' Now, instead of buying and selling memories, we provide counseling and treatment for people who truly need help.The first change: All services are provided free of charge. The second change: Instead of erasing memories, we teach people how to live with them. The third change: In the afternoons, we run a free classroom for children from difficult circumstances.Today, another new visitor came."Hello... can I receive counseling?"She appeared to be in her early twenties, wearing maternity clothes."Of course. Please sit down.""I... I have to have this baby alone. I'm so scared..."As I listened to her story, I thought a memory donated by a mother who had come for Seo-yeon's follow-up service a few months ago might help."It's okay. We can get through this together."I no longer absorb other people's memories. Instead, I stay by their side, watching as they heal themselves.At 3 PM, the children arrived."Teacher! What are we learning today?""Today, shall we learn about feelings?"Children from single-parent families, children living with grandparents, children from financially struggling families... various children come here. If Chae-won were alive, she would be about the same age as these children."Teacher, what should we do when our hearts hurt?" asked 8-year-old Min-ah."It's natural to hurt. But don't bear that pain alone—share it with someone.""Like you, teacher?""Yes, like me."After the children went home in the evening, I reported to the photos of Eun-ju and Chae-won."Today I helped five more people. And I taught twelve children."I make this report every night. To them, and to myself."There's still a long way to go, but... I won't give up."I suddenly looked in the mirror. My face, which used to constantly change like before, was now stable. It was my real face. Guilt and sadness were etched there, but at the same time, there was hope too.Then the door opened."Hyung."It was Min-ho."How was your day today?""It was okay. How about you?""I did well too. I learned a new counseling technique."Min-ho now works with me in this endeavor. But not manipulating memories like before—he's learning proper psychological counseling."Hyung, Mr. Jong-ha came by today.""Really?""Yes. He was watching what you do here. He didn't say anything, but... his expression seemed a little softer."I smiled. I don't expect forgiveness, but I hope he finds some peace."Let's work hard tomorrow too.""Yes, hyung."Looking out the window, I saw stars floating in the sky. Are Eun-ju and Chae-won also among those stars, watching over us?"I'm sorry... and thank you."I vowed once again to do my best with what I can do now.Epilogue - One Year Later"What is... this?"Inside the envelope was a thick stack of documents."After we get married, we want to create a scholarship foundation for children. For single-parent families and children from difficult circumstances," Seo-yeon explained."But there are limits to what we can do alone... We were hoping you would serve as honorary chairman."I looked through the documents. The name 'Chae-won Hope Foundation' was written on them."Chae-won?""Yes. Named after that child you told me about. After learning about your heart, I also wanted to share the help I received with other people."My heart was moved. A foundation to help other children, named after Chae-won who died because of the sin I committed."I would be honored to do it."Then another visitor entered. It was Park Min-su, the man who had wanted to remember his daughter and wife a year ago."Teacher, hello.""Min-su, how have you been?"Min-su's expression was completely different from a year ago. He looked lively, and above all, peaceful."Good. Really good."He took out a picture frame from his bag. It was a new family photo."Did you remarry?""Yes. I met someone who went through the same pain. She also lost her husband and son in a car accident."Min-su looked happy."We understand each other's wounds and are healing together. And..."He hesitated for a moment before speaking."We adopted a child. A 6-year-old girl from an orphanage.""Really?""Yes. Her name is Eun-jin. At first, I wasn't sure if I could raise a child properly, but... thanks to that memory you gave me, I found the courage."Min-su pointed to the child in the photo."I'll be this child's first father. And I'll pass on all the love I received to her."I smiled. To think that memory could lead to such good things.After all the visitors left in the evening, I was cleaning up alone."Hyung."Min-ho came in."Today was really meaningful.""It really was.""Hyung, can I ask you something?""What?""Don't you regret it? You could have lived like before."I thought for a moment."Regret? Not at all. Rather... I feel like I'm truly living for the first time.""What do you mean by that?""The old me was just existing. But now... I'm living for someone else. That seems more meaningful."Min-ho nodded."I learn ...
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  • Episode 7 - The Store That Sells Memories
    May 29 2025

    Episode 7 - The Miracle Letter

    "Teacher! A letter came!"

    17-year-old Su-hyeon came running. She's now a volunteer at the center, teaching younger children.

    "From whom?"

    "I don't know. It looks like it's from abroad..."

    Looking at the envelope, it was from America. The sender was... 'Lee Chae-won.'

    "This is... what?"

    With trembling hands, I opened the letter.

    Hello, Teacher Kang Min-jae.

    I am Lee Chae-won. Or rather, I am the person who was Lee Chae-won.

    You'll be surprised, but I am alive.

    From that accident five years ago... I didn't die.

    My hands shook violently as I read the letter.

    The medical staff called it a miracle too. I was unconscious for three months, but I woke up.

    However, due to brain damage, I lost all my memories. So I was adopted by a new family and grew up in America.

    I only recently learned my true identity. And I also learned about the work you're doing.

    Mom... mom really did pass away. While trying to save me.

    But teacher, I don't resent you.

    Rather, I'm grateful. Thanks to you, the dreams I wanted to live are being fulfilled.

    I dropped the letter to the floor.

    "Teacher! Are you okay?"

    Su-hyeon asked worriedly.

    "Chae-won is... Chae-won is alive?"

    Min-ho came running.

    "Hyung! What's wrong?"

    I showed Min-ho the letter. He also looked shocked.

    "Is this... really true?"

    There was more to the letter.

    I'm currently studying social work. To fulfill mom's dream.

    And I'm planning to return to Korea next year.

    I want to work at the center you created.

    I want to use this new life I received for other people.

    Just like you did, teacher.

    See you soon.

    Lee Chae-won

    P.S. I have a new name now. Sophia Lee. But in Korea, I want to live as Chae-won again.

    Along with the letter was a photo. Chae-won at 21 years old. She retained traces of her childhood appearance while having grown into a beautiful woman.

    "Hyung... this is truly a miracle."

    I collapsed. The child I thought had been dead for five years was alive.

    "I... I didn't kill her?"

    But at the same time, an even greater sense of guilt washed over me. Eun-ju had died trying to save Chae-won.

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