My mom, brother and I moved to the US about a year after my dad moved here. He was in Macomb, Illinois by himself for about a year. During this time, he had his birthday. Instead of telling other Korean students about it, he took them out to dinner and there, he told them that it was his birthday.
I still remember that story that one of those students told my family when we got there. I personally don't care about my own birthdays. I don't care if you throw me a party or give me gifts. Not a big deal. However, since I've been home from my mission, I have been trying to bake and/or cook on my birthday and invite people to come celebrate with me. I sometimes tell them that it's my birthday or baptism day to give them a very good reason to come but usually I just tell them to come and get some food.
I want them to know that I am so grateful that they are a part of my life and that they are wonderful friends. They make the difference in my life. It's like my birthday is to celebrate their friendship in my life rather than my existence. I wouldn't exist without them anyways.
I love my friends and family.
Merry Christmas,
Your favorite Asian.





