Building a Home From Pieces of Poetry
That’s what my favorite aspect of this journey has been: The choice to be vulnerable with someone else about your experiences and fears and dreams, when you have every option not to.
That’s what my favorite aspect of this journey has been: The choice to be vulnerable with someone else about your experiences and fears and dreams, when you have every option not to.
In a strange twist of fate, English has now become my first language, and I’m trying to bring my Korean up to a similarly fluent level.
As we took turns praying, my father, mother, and brother would say a special prayer for me. Hearing them say sentimental things about me was embarrassing, but I tried to keep my eyes shut.
They’d gasp at the dishes stacked in the sink in my apartment, and my mom would chide me about how I hadn’t bought any fresh kimchi for so long.