Yong Jaejun.  That is what we named him.  My baby, the one that I carried for nine months, the one that was in my belly when I walked across that stage to graduate highschool.  The baby that put me through what seems like endless hours of labor pains.  But he was worth it.  The most magnificent thing to enter my life.  When I held him for the first time, I knew he was worth all the struggles I had to endure becoming a pregnant highschooler, and becoming a full time college student with a baby on the way.  And the struggle that I will have to endure to raise this baby for the next few years.  To be a mother and not be married, and the father not being able to pubicly acknowledge his relationship and his child.  This is part of the struggle that will put me through the worst years of my life.  But Jaejun is worth it, I will do anything for him.  I will go through all the pain that is on the way because when I held him in my arms I knew he was a gift, and because he was in my life I could do anything.

I'll tell you the story of after he was born.