Okay, 5 things you probably don't know about me... unless you're a spy...
- I was orphaned as an infant. I was abandoned on the steps of the Shinkyo police station in Seoul, Korea. That is what's written on my adoption paperwork from the Holt Agency. Still a baby, I was flown all the way from Korea to New York City, where my new parents were anxiously awaiting my arrival.
- I was raised in a small pretty town in Connecticut and I have one caucasian sister, also adopted (she is coming to visit me in a few days). I took a bus out to California when I was 18. I've been here in Los Angeles ever since.
- My parents are 100% my parents. I've never had any interest in looking for my "natural" parents, and somehow I rarely even remember that I was adopted in the first place.
- For the first time ever, my husband and I did a search on Shinkyo police station as I was typing up this post.
- The first web page that came up in our search said this, "according to the Holt Agency, she was abandoned at the Shinkyo Police Station"... but the article was talking about someone else. My husband is beside me looking up all the information he can find on this woman (and there's a lot because she has her own website and she's a published writer and illustrator.) He now thinks I have another sister.
And if you're not sure what to think after reading all of this, let me tell you, I am laughing. A new sister!!! And she looks just like me, he says. (She doesn't, she is Korean though.) But wouldn't you just have a cow if this was in fact, "... my long lost fellow abandoned baby twin sister!!!"
But, I deviate. I started this post to write about my dad. Yes, I thought it might confuse you if I just started showing you pics of a white guy without a little explanation (and then the interesting stuff about my new twin sister came up, but that's totally off topic). It's Dad's birthday today. And I love him very much. Here's my dad...
and here's my dad walking me down the aisle...
My dad definitely falls into the "great guy" category. He's smart, and calm, and easy going. He volunteers at the hospital. He sings. When I picture him, he has a smile on his face and he's chuckling a bit, probably because of something mom just said. Thank you for being my dad, Dad. Thank you for choosing me. I really love you (and mom) more than you know.
Happy Birthday! xo amy
(image from whimwhimsy.blogspot.com)