A Shining Jewel
I smelled the land, the people and air. I tasted the people’s breath; I saw the world they lived in. I listened to my story in the land she walked. She left me abandoned on a highway, moments after birth, 2-3 hours north east of Seoul- in a city that is claimed to be a vacation spot for locals. Her hopes that an angel finds me and brings me home. I also hear Pyung Chang is near a beautiful mountain but also near the border of the North. Not many people live up there but somehow; this was my 2nd womb.
I used to laugh at this story growing up. I never cared about it- the reality of these things. I only knew life here- in the States, learning to live like everyone else. I had everything I could want and more. I didn’t know what pain like that meant- I scoffed at the Korean Adoptee who had issues with finding their beginnings and these iconic “mothers” who could complete their broken life. I said, “Jesus and God could fix it all…” because that is what I was raised to believe and know. I am not saying this isn’t true; however, what people fail to teach you is that the road to feeling this peace and comfort is paved with human nature and humility. Finding God in this situation is just as hard as finding the birth mom.
So, I lost myself in Korea somewhere- between Korean Soju, the food and women walking around in beautiful outfits. I lost my ability to remember who I was in America and decided to leave all it on my passport when I went to Korea. I think I did this on purpose so that I could tell myself that I at least lived somewhere in the truth of what I never knew. Maybe I did it to take revenge on something? Someone to blame? But it always comes back to self. I didn’t take pride in who I was raised to be already. This supposed American. A Christian wife and mother who had a lifetime of experiences to share and teach. Sure, I feel completely ashamed of this now- because of the repercussions it reaps but why was it just as equally important to want to feel like what it would have been JUST to be like one of them; without knowing what I’m “SUPPOSE” to do based on a life that was already made?
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