Twelve years ago, my daughter moved to Korea after marrying a man named Kang Jun. At first, she called regularly and told me she was happy, but gradually the calls became less frequent until they stopped completely. I tried calling, emailing, and writing letters, but received almost no response. The only sign that she was still thinking about me was the money she sent every year—$80,000 accompanied by the same short message telling me to take care of myself and that she was fi…Continue Reading
