
One of the things I remember in my childhood, it was a summer holiday and I was 6. I visited South Korea with my mother, sister and my aunt’s family, my aunt had two sons and her husband in her family. I don’t remember too much in the journey but I really remember I was crying everyday because I felt uncomfortable. Maybe I didn’t like the food or the weather was so hot but I just felt bad so I was always crying during the journey. When everyone was having a meal I cried and my mother had to look after me so she always ate nothing. Because I felt sick, my mother held me in her arms in the bus and she didn’t have enough sleep. It was a horrible experience for my mother. When I was older and I remember the trip, I was very ashamed, so I promised her that we go there again and I wouldn’t cry any more.





