“Do you want to go with your dad?” asked mom in Korean. I was scared. The sole decision where to live for the rest of high school, maybe even life was put onto me, a 15-year-old kid. A week before my dad was set to leave, and my family was still undecided. My mom depended on my dad for everything, from chopping up onions to parenting. I could tell she wanted to go. She could bare to imagine her living without him. But this was mainly about me, where I wanted to go to high school and what I wanted to do with my life. I wanted my dad. I didn’t want to start again with all new people and a new high school. After 5 years in America, I wasn’t comfortable leaving my home.
On the way to the JFK airport, no one talked. I assumed that everyone was feeling what I was …show more content…
We watch him leave through the revolving door. Gone before I got a good look.
As an artsy child, it was hard for me to also excel in sports. I spent most of my time indoors, drawing and painting. I joined several activities to help me overcome not only my anxiety but also to challenge myself. I began to participate in clubs such as debate, Korean club, environmental club, and art club. Not only that I started to do sports such as cross country and track because my dad had also done it when he was younger. If I wasn’t going to be with my dad, I was going to do activities he enjoyed.
The night he left I felt empty. That night, I couldn’t fall asleep. I looked through the window thinking of my dad, flying over the Atlantic ocean.
From that point on, running cross country felt different. At first, I was forced by my dad who wanted a son who he imagined. But after he left, cross country became more than a task. The more I ran, the less I worried and had things going through my head. My friends supported me when I was at my lowest (most vulnerable) by helping me to push myself and running along my side. They helped take the burden off my
On the way to the JFK airport, no one talked. I assumed that everyone was feeling what I was …show more content…
We watch him leave through the revolving door. Gone before I got a good look.
As an artsy child, it was hard for me to also excel in sports. I spent most of my time indoors, drawing and painting. I joined several activities to help me overcome not only my anxiety but also to challenge myself. I began to participate in clubs such as debate, Korean club, environmental club, and art club. Not only that I started to do sports such as cross country and track because my dad had also done it when he was younger. If I wasn’t going to be with my dad, I was going to do activities he enjoyed.
The night he left I felt empty. That night, I couldn’t fall asleep. I looked through the window thinking of my dad, flying over the Atlantic ocean.
From that point on, running cross country felt different. At first, I was forced by my dad who wanted a son who he imagined. But after he left, cross country became more than a task. The more I ran, the less I worried and had things going through my head. My friends supported me when I was at my lowest (most vulnerable) by helping me to push myself and running along my side. They helped take the burden off my