benevolent care
This post comes from my friend Lil. Hope you don’t mind me putting this up, girl. It was witty.
In yesterday’s Chronicle, there was an article on reuniting North and South
Korean families who hadn’t seen each other since the Korean War
(1950-53).“Lee Duk Man, 87, who has cancer, met her 65-year-old son, Ahn Soon
Hwan.
They last saw each other during the war.
The frail woman wiped tears from her son’s face. She placed a bouquet
of
red roses before him put her wrinkled hand on his lap and said softly:
‘Did
you eat today? I must prepare some food for you.’”Isn’t this so funny? You don’t see your son for 50 years, and your
instinct
is to ask him if he’s eaten today. This sounds so much like my mom.There were other less tender moments:
“Suh [Sun Hwa, 82] kept asking her son where he went after they were
separated and where he has been living. The rugged-looking North Korean
abruply sat up and declared in a raised voice: ‘I have been living
comfortably under the benevolent care of great general Kim Jong Il.’”Isn’t this like that girl in China that your dad wanted you to marry?
She
told you, “You are pensive, like Chairman Mao.”
