Saturday, May 26, 2012
Lessons from a Korean mother-in-law (part 4)
This is a post, in a series, dedicated to a mother-in-law that I deeply love and dearly miss. All posts in this series are true events that happened to me.
The door opened and a small feisty lady popped up from the floor.
Turning at the waist, I bowed to greet her. A bow from the hips, rather than the head, signifies the greatest respect.
“Hello,” I said in my rehearsed Korean, my heart racing.
She slipped one hand around my waist, the other aggressively patted my bum.
Tilting her neck upwards her eyes greeted mine.
I let out a sigh of relief.
Sung Hyun slipped off his shoes, turned to look at us and smiled, “Mom, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Jennifer”