I was born in July 20th, 1987 in Seoul, Korea. Mom had a Bachelor of Fine arts degree, and dad was a member of the KBS (Korean Broadcasting System) Korean traditional orchestra, as a Dae-gum (a Korean bamboo flute) player. My parents were a very hard working and loving couple. We lived without intense hardships until when dad – getting stressed from our poor living conditions â€

When I attended school, I could not participate in any sports that relied heavily on your legs like skating or soccer. It grew stronger in time, but I would still easily sprain my foot if I tripped on something. The experience of being treated as a handicapped person was not a good one. I had to stay in a hospital for a month to get treated with some shots of X-ray, MRI, and catch a very strong cold from one of the patients. I would not recommend anyone to stay in a hospital. The foot actually got improved after trying some exercises recommended by the doctors, but still is not normal. I would have to wait until I am at least 18 to get a major surgery to grind away some bones and weaken the Achilles tendon. I am looking forward to the pain. As this is still happening in my life, I am not exactly sure what this has shaped me into. All I know is that I got a feeling from the hospital. There were pretty poor people there who even I feel sorry for. I again feel fortunate that I am a minor compared to those people.

“ started to rely on smoking as a way to make him calm down. This proved fatal. Mom soon found him sick in a hospital bed, with the doctors’ heads bent down low with pity. Dad died when I was about one, from lung cancer. I didn’t know his face until last year, and how I got to find out… That’s another story. More troubles were yet to come for my mother and I. While dad was sick in bed, I had to be taken care of by my paternal relatives and I tell you now, they were a group of the most horrible people, and the disturbing story would stretch out till the crack of doom. My father’s brother was a guy who stole any things that had a value, and sold it in the black market. He made up false reasons to take our property while dad was too sick to know what was going on. Eventually after dad died, mom’s only possession was her private possessions, and her art classes. We lived with support from my maternal relatives. Kids in our neighborhoo

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