It was my sophomore year in high
school and my mom decided it was best for her to go back to Korea for a year
and stay with dad. My mom, brother and I had been living in America while dad
stayed in Korea to work (in case you were wondering, no they are not divorced).
I was fortunate enough to find a
family that would let me live with them for a whole year. My brother found a
family to stay with as well and that was the first time us brothers lived separately. The time spent was not easy, but I definitely matured significantly over the year.
I remember the first night at the
house. I stayed in a room in the basement because the other room was not ready yet. The room downstairs was neither damp nor dark, but
for some reason I felt rather deserted, maybe even a bit cheated. As I turned on some music, the first
song that played was “Dance with My Father Again” by Luther Vandross. I recall
listening to the song and having tears roll down my face, completely alone in
a strange house. Every time I hear the song, I reminisce the importance of family
again.
It is so easy to lose track of the importance of family. It is a tragedy that we often learn it only after we have lost it.
