The subtitle for Barb Lee’s Adopted film is “When love is not enough …”. What kind of love is she talking about here?
I argue that love is enough.
The love I know came in the form of handmade, Korean clothes for me and my entire brownie troop. That love also displayed all my Asian dolls on shelves in my room.
That love stood between me and the bullies who hurled their personal insults and attacks at her.
That love forgot that I couldn’t bear her red-headed grandchildren.
That love wore small, silver Korean shoes (Hwahye) on her charm bracelet.
That love cried as hard as I did on the day I moved to Rwanda, shortly after my wedding.
That love wrote letters almost daily and sent them across the ocean to a post box in Kigali.
That love’s eyes twinkled the first day they set their sights on her first grandson … this, despite the fact that her lips were silenced by a stroke.
That love worked tirelessly to be able to have this moment with her first grandchild.
She left us twelve years ago on this day. But her love is here and growing in me, my sister and our children. Her love will forever be with us, and that is enough.