I’m the kind of person who is always looking for the next thing to add to my life, so I thought I’d write a post that would make me smile.
I love a good story and I want my friends and family to know that I love them.
I am, however, not above expressing my frustration and discontent with my own life and in the process, I may be hurting someone’s feelings.
That is why I created this blog.
I’m not a person to always tell people what to do or to tell others what to think.
It would be disrespectful to my readers if I just ignored my blog and went on my own path to happiness.
However, I believe that this is the right thing to do.
I want to share with you my story.
My parents were born in the middle of the Korean War and my family was in Seoul, South Korea, for more than 10 years.
I grew up in a family of Korean immigrants, mostly Korean.
The most important thing for me was the education of my family.
My father worked as a laborer in a factory.
I was lucky enough to attend a small private school for the children of Korean migrants.
The school was one of the most prestigious schools in the city.
At that time, there were many Korean children enrolled at that school.
They were also not allowed to speak English.
They had to learn English, but not Korean.
When I was a child, I could not understand a word of Korean.
I never heard of anyone who could speak Korean.
In high school, I wanted to go to Seoul to study English.
I had to ask my parents for permission to go.
They said no because I did not have a Korean passport.
I wanted my parents to approve my plan and I also had to get a Korean visa.
My family had a good working relationship with my father, so my parents could not have any problems with me.
I did everything I could to make it happen.
But then, my father decided to return to Korea to fight for the North Korean army.
After I left the Korean military, I had no other option.
I stayed with my parents until my graduation in the late 1990s.
After graduating, I went to work in a cosmetics factory.
At the time, I was working in the office of the company that owned the cosmetics.
I worked on the cosmetics for seven years.
During those seven years, I saw the same things that everyone else saw.
My mother worked as an assistant, and my father was working as a factory worker.
During that time I saw them often.
We did not talk much and were not close.
One day, my mother asked me if I would like to have a glass of water.
When she told me yes, I thought that she meant a glass or soda.
I got angry and started to tell her that I had a glass and that she had to buy me one.
She told me that it was a problem and that I could never drink it.
I then asked her to get out of the office.
She started to cry and said, “What are you saying to me?”
She was angry and said that I was asking her for an inheritance.
I told her that it is a tradition in Korea and that if I want it, she has to buy it for me.
After that, I got into the factory and started working at the factory.
When the factory closed, I took over the factory as the head of the cosmetics division.
I thought about my mother’s anger and the way she had treated me.
It was not good for me to feel anger in my heart.
So I decided to take control of the factory in order to improve my skills.
I learned a lot about makeup and hair.
At this time, my husband also wanted to work for the cosmetics company, and I decided that I would become a beauty manager in order for me and my husband to have money together.
I tried to make my husband happy and helped him to work as hard as he could.
But it was not easy.
I also needed to take care of the children, and as a result, I became more and more responsible.
I started working in a separate office for the makeup department.
I could hardly manage my employees, and they became jealous.
At one point, I asked them to leave the office, but they refused.
They felt that I did nothing for them.
They kept asking me to leave, so they left the office to go back to the office I was in.
When my husband came home, he told me to go ahead and leave, but I told him, “No.
I will be here for you.”
He asked me to give him a letter that said, Dear Customer, My family is leaving, and if you do not give me back my husband, I will leave.
But I said, No, because I want you to stay. He