I walked out of the airport, with my Louis Vuitton suitcase behind me. As I smelled the air in Korea that I haven’t smelled in 10 years since I lived in Australia. I walked to the taxi area and get a taxi.   11 years ago.   “Mummy, mummy” I ran to my mum who was lying on the bed in the bedroom. In my memory about my mum, is just a blurred as I was only six. She was sick and stayed in bed for a long time. But still she always has a smiled on her face when she saw me. “Mummy, mummy” I ran to her with a painting on my hand. As I approached her, she smiled at me weakly. I showed her the painting that I painted; on the picture were a happy family of five. All the people in the picture were smiling. She smiled and touched my face with her skinny shaking hand. “The painting is so pretty Kuma” she said weakly “I can tell me what this painting is about?” I then explain to her about the painting that I drew, I show her where dad, were in the painting and her. I also point to a little girl standing in the middle holding two little boy hand, which are my two brothers. She smiled when she looked at me, explaining to her about the painting. Just when I finished, my father came into the room. I ran to him and he picked me up and gave a peck on my cheek. He then walked to where mum were, and putted me down and gave my mum a kiss on the lip. My two brothers walked into the room, with their school uniform. They smiled at us and my second brother came to me and gave me a lollipop that h