Tuesday, December 1, 2015


     I was sitting on campus waiting for my student to review something before I quizzed her, and I heard a tearful, "Oma! Oma!" behind me. "Oma" is Korean for "Mama". I saw a little Korean girl, maybe 2 or 3, desperately trying to open the glass door in vain as her mother popped outside, about 20 feet in the rain (all the time seeing the little girl) to her car. The girl began to cry thinking her mother would never come back. I took a couple of steps toward her and told her in Korea that it was okay, and her mom would come back quickly. She stopped crying. I went back to tutoring.

     I miss where I left part of my heart.

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