Blink.

My clearest memory begins at the age of eight.

I stand in front of a car, my hand on it’s door handle.

We’re leaving, I know, but to where?

“Mom? Where are we going?” I ask. In Korean, of course.

Her response eludes me at the moment.

“America” I believe.

I think she smiled.

Blink.

I stand at an airport, my best friend besides me.

She hands me two books.

Comic books. Greek mythology.

My favorite. Thanks.

Blink.

Wait, where am I?

My ears popped. Ouch, that hurt.

My mom tells me to go brush my teeth.

Right. I’m on the plane.

I head to the bathroom.

They announce we’re landing.

I rush.

Blink.

I stand at a door to a small house.

People… my aunt and uncle greets us.

Our new home.

America.

 

and…. here’s a chibi-sketch of myself…