Blessed to have a happy home
We’ve all heard stories that will be engraved in our memories forever — ones we’ve been told so many times, we can retell them in the deepest of slumbers. I have a lot of those stories, but the one that really hits home for me is how — and why — I was adopted from Seoul, Korea. I was found abandoned on the street, but my birth mother knew enough to take me to a police station with a note asking for me to be placed with a family who could provide for me. I never knew my birth mother — and still don’t have any way of contacting her — but my parents of 40-plus years ...
