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Week 24–30 October Writing Prompt
My Childhood Home in the Sky
The reality of living on three continents by the age of 14
My brother was born in South Korea, and my parents had hoped to stay there for a bit, but my father was assigned to a new post — Bogotá, Colombia.
But wait … his wife was ready to give birth any day!
They wanted to stay so that their kids could learn the language and culture. But my Dad’s job with the State Department had other plans. A second child? No problem…have the kid and go.
Instead, my father requested he be allowed to return to the US to have his second child (me) before going on to his next assignment. The joke later in life became that I was the only kid that would be eligible to become the President of the US. Yes, I was raised by feminist parents.
Request approved.
My mother, 8.5 months pregnant, boarded a plane with her husband and toddler, headed for the US. They hunkered down, waiting patiently as their second child was still contemplating when to exit the womb.
I was 2 weeks late. So, their plans got delayed. That little one in her belly didn’t quite want to come out. So … they waited. They waited in a town that was not accepting of multi-racial…
