The funny thing about love is that it knows no boundaries. It escapes the confines of societal norms and cultural divides.
That is the story of my parents. The unlikely meeting between a Filipino farmer turned sailor and a Korean art student
Filipinos are a product of their indigenous heritage and colonization by Spain and then the US. They have always been resilient, relying on the land and the sea to provide their sustenance. They are simple people who have never overcome the subservience that colonialism inflicted upon them.
Koreans have always known war, from neighboring countries as well as civil war which permanently divided Korea along the 38th parallel.
These conflicts have given Koreans a steely resolve to rise up from the rubble and become a prosperous nation. But in doing so, the other trappings of westernization have followed including their sense of elitism and entitlement.
Ill never know how my parents met. Maybe a passing glance on the streets of Seoul….unable to take their eyes of each other. Who knows?
But love is love….Irrational and beautiful all at the same time
Childhood lost 