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Dear Adoptee

Dear Adoptee, You do not know me and I do not know you. Our stories are as different as genres placed on opposite ends of a book store, and yet we strive to relate. Why is that? Do we yearn for the companionship only found from those that share the knowledge of loss? I do…

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My Hate

They say you should never hate. They say to let it go. They say love is stronger than hate. They say feelings never last. I could hang my hate up for the world to see, but what would cloth me against the wind? My hate is my cloak and shield. My hate has become a…

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Ahn Jung He

I wonder sometimes if you are searching as well. Do you know I am alive? Do you remember when we held hands as children? Oddly I feel like I remember your hand late at night. Silly, I know, since I was but two years old when we were seperated. Did we know what was happening…

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The Bastard Son

Everyone always says “there goes the bastard,” but they never ask “what he is thinking?” Who is he hating and does he hate at all are a given, but no one knows the heart like the carriage. So many voices and none alike. We may find commonality in this or that, but whimsical fantasies of…

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My Adoption Story: Part 9

I ran from Korea. I ran as fast as the flight home took. Once I hit the ground in Memphis, I went home to my parents, jumped in my car, and started running some more. I fled as far East from Korea as I could, driving straight back to my apartment. Pretty insane actually, considering…

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My Adoption Story: Part 8

We are on the train heading to Pusan. Rob’s mom and I are going alone, which is fine by me since the fewer witnesses for any potential emotional breakdowns the better. We do not talk much on the trip, I think Rob’s mom knew I was nervous so she left me to my thoughts. As…

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My Adoption Story: Part 7

I can barely contain my excitement. This is apparent, because I have elevated myself to a “fully capable Korean,” and have decided that I should travel to Korea alone. Once there I am going to meet a friend from school who is going to take me to a bus to meet up with my best…