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My daughter married a Ko:rean man when she was 21. She hasn’t come home in maddon twelve years, but every year she…

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we walked out, the sun was shining. My daughter took a long, deep breath and said: “I’m finally free.” Those three words were worth every cent.

We returned home to the States together. No one believed us when we said we wanted to open a small restaurant. Nothing fancy — just simple food, a few wooden tables, a handwritten menu, and hot soup every morning.continue reading …

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