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A Small Memory That Helped Me Endure TodayK-Fragment Diary | #01

by ๐Ÿ’ํ•˜๋ฃจ์ง€๋‹ˆ 2025. 6. 6.

I owned my kitchen a little later than most.  
On a weekend morning, while the family slept in,  
I found myself making breakfast in silence.  
And from somewhere deep inside —  
came this strange, quiet joy.  

It was a small kitchen.  
But it was mine.  
Styled the way I like it.  
And somehow, that alone was enough.

K-A woman in a cozy kitchen slicing green onions on a wooden cutting board, showing the warmth of daily life
A cozy kitchen scene where a woman prepares green onions and onions with care, capturing the warmth of a simple daily life.

 
 

 
 
 
The magic of barley tea.
Barley tea, boiling in a clear glass pot.
Even after all this time,
its warm, earthy scent still wraps around me.
And in that moment,
just like always—
I am quietly, completely happy.

K-Barley tea bubbling in a glass kettle on the stove, warming the kitchen with a nostalgic and cozy scent
Boiling barley tea in a transparent glass kettle, filling the kitchen with a cozy and nostalgic aroma.

 
 
 
 
 
The joy of peeling garlic.
That day, I found myself strangely happy—
dopamine-level happy—just peeling garlic.
Even with a broken brain,
I still wished for one thing,
quietly and desperately:
To stay this happy.
For a long, long time.

K-Garlic cloves scattered on a wooden table beside a warm cup of tea, creating a quiet and homely mood in soft morning light
A cozy scene with garlic cloves, ginkgo nuts, and a warm cup of tea neatly arranged on a wooden table, evoking a homely and peaceful mood.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
That season of quiet togetherness.
There was a time when simple days with my family
were the engine that kept me going.
This space—
unchanged, even now—
was my strength.
And my reason to hold on.
It still is.

K-A wooden desk in a cozy living room lit by warm sunlight, with books, a laptop, and iced tea arranged neatly, evoking a quiet and thoughtful mood
Cozy living room and desk bathed in warm sunlight, with books, a laptop, and a cup of tea creating a peaceful and homey mood.

 
 
A cold in the heart.
And again,
I find myself falling apart.

 


 
A warm remake of happiness.
Today, I opened up some old notebooks from the past.
Not out of regret—
but to remind myself that things were once warm,
and maybe, still are.
Life gets heavy sometimes.
But when it does,
just scroll through your phone gallery.
Remake those happy moments.
Let them be your small-dose vaccine
against the weight of today.
It works.
At least, for me. ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜œ

 
 
 

 ๐Ÿ’This was HaruJini.๐Ÿ˜Š