LunchBots

When we lived in Korea, my mother used to pack beautiful and delicious dosiraks (도시락) for my siblings to eat at school. By the time I started school, we had already immigrated to the United States, and I was sent to school with my lunch in either a brown paper sack or my favorite Archies lunch box.

1st Grade

As we were walking to school, I told my son, “One day, when you’re older, you won’t want to hold my hand anymore. And that’s OK. You’ll be bigger and won’t need me to help you cross the street.” Kyle looked up at me and said, “I’ll always want to hold your hand, Mommy. Always.”