My mom informed me today that it is my anniversary of when I’ve come to America from Korea!
It wasn’t too difficult for me to figure out that I was adopted, seeing my family was white, and I had the last name Miller. So I didn’t really act like this:
I came over with a full head of hair and ready to get running! I remember my mom told me one of the first things that I did was try to grab a lollypop from one of my relatives. The picture below is me at the airport. My friend at work asked “what is there a photo shoot?!” (My grandfather is holding that spiffy camera)
I don’t know what life would be like in Korea. Sometimes people ask if I wish I knew my birth parents or if I wanted to find them. I am perfectly fine not knowing them, and never really thought about finding them. Your parents are the ones who raise you, not the ones that make up your genes. HOWEVER, I do want to go to Korea someday and see what it’s like over there. I want to learn more about the culture first, and give it a stab at learning some of the language!
Time for another funny adoption story…when people ask where I was adopted from, I tell them “Korea”. They ask “North or South?” I giggle, probably too hard, but I simply say “I don’t think you are allowed to adopt from North Korea!”
Are you or any friends adopted? Do they want to meet their birth parents?
If you aren’t adopted, do you think you would want to find your birth parents?