Presumably on January 29th, 1972, a baby was born. How? Who knows? Where? Not sure? How much did she weigh? Who knows? How long was she? Don’t know! How much hair? I am guessing a lot, as Asian babies usually have a lot of black soft hair. Why such vague details? It is because that is all I know about my birth. My paperwork from both the South Korean Adoption Agency (Eastern Social Welfare Society) and the American Adoption Agency (Dillon International Inc.) doesn’t have much documentation about my birth. And so I still wonder about the story of my birth. How is my birth mom? What did she feel all these years? Did she think about me?
As tears stream down my face, I think of her often, too often to explain. To my birth mom - Thank you for giving me life and I am sorry for all your pain. I love you and I hope we meet either on this earth or in the heavenly kin-dom of God.