I got emotional when I tasted the gomtang my mom made for my birthday for the first time in 13 years.
I heard that it was boiled for over 5 hours since dawn.
I really felt like it was a time travel filled with family love and memories.
In particular, he confessed that he had a hard time even celebrating his birthday because his grandmother's memorial day was the same as his birthday ㅠㅠㅠ