So while she is screaming at me in her cute-NYC-sarcastic-kinda way, I also pretend that she's reminding me to stay positive. Needless to say, I'm getting better at finding the light in the literal and metaphorical sense. She also yells at me when I go left when she tells me to go right. It's been 24 years and I still don't know my left from my right. Gotta pull out the thumb and pointer finger trick...I'm just hopeless.
Photos by Erika DicksteinBy Lynn Kim Do