My Daughter Moved to Korea Twelve Years Ago. Then One Day, at Sixty-Three, I Bought a Plane Ticket and Went Looking for Her.My name is Theresa, and I am sixty-three years old.I became a widow while I was still young.From the day my husband died, it was just me and my daughter, Mary Lou, facing the world together. I worked extra shifts, skipped vacations, and sacrificed more than I can remember to give her the opportunities I never had.And she made me proud.Mary Lou was smart, kind, and beautiful. Everyone who knew her said she was destined for great things.For a while, it looked like they were right.Then, when she was twenty-one years old, she met Kang Jun, a Korean man nearly twenty years older than she was.I opposed the relationship immediately.Not because of his nationality.Not because of his culture.Keep reading — tap the button below to continue.
She married an African man at 21 and left us… but every year she sends us the same message”
