To the World
“To All Who Read,” I arrived in America at eighteen months old, raised with its hopes and struggles in my […]
“To All Who Read,” I arrived in America at eighteen months old, raised with its hopes and struggles in my […]
” Hey Brandon and Johnny,” We may share only half our blood, but the adventures we’ve had make us brothers
“Beloved Eomma,” Your gentle lullabies once lulled me to sleep, and your warm embrace was my sanctuary from every storm.
“Respected Appa,” You taught me the value of hard work in your quiet way—through early mornings at the factory, calloused
“Dear Sarah,” You have been my constant companion since we chased fireflies in the backyard and whispered secrets under the
“My Dearest Maddie,” I write to you from a land I barely recognize, yet every word I form carries the
Family is more than just a group of people connected by blood. It’s the foundation of who we are —
Every journey begins with a single step, often taken without knowing exactly where the path will lead. My journey has