Without Them

On my first reunion my meeting with Umma was more then a little emotional, it was extremly emotional.. to tell you the truth. My Korean mother was finally able to meet her little babygirl, only thing is that since 24 years had past. But at that meeting it really at is if I was more of a child then an adult.

My next trip wasn't quite like that, my parents asked a lot about my scars on my arms, like they did the first time the year before. It isn't scars from self inflicted pain or supposed abuse from parents. Maybe it's a sort of self inflicted pain since I baldy decided on the cat with most energy. And yes, he bites and scratches me. Both umma, aand my unnis said that I shouldn't keep a cat like that and instead get a dog because they're nicer. It's not that easy for me to that, since i have special bond with my cat who literarily saved my life in theory.

Anyways, enough about that what I wanted to talk about was my experiences from my first and second reunion. At the second reunion my parents and my sisters treated me more like an adult even though they havn't known me for as long as I have lived... But still I'm not a little child anymore, but in fact a young woman. If I return to Korea to spend time with my first family I do so as an adult and not as the infant baby who years ago left on a plane... with an escort... (due to pre Olympics of 1988)...

© Taste of Kimchi, Elle

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