It's been a fun day, with one child after another bursting into tears at random moments. None of us are looking forward to this separation. It's wrenching and terrifying and heartbreaking. Knowing that there are thousands of families going through this every month doesn't help. I don't really care about anyone else's separation--only mine. Myopic, yes, but a carefully chosen myopia. I have to hold my own little family together because I'm the only grown up left in the house. I have to be strong, so I have to ignore everyone else for the moment. Sorry, friends and extended family. I'll have time for you next year. Right now, I'm busy.
So, who could be having a worse day than me? Kim Jong-un, that's who.
Not only did they give this poor kid plastic surgery so that he would look more like his dead grandfather (who is definitely no Daniel Dae Kim,) he has to wake up every day in North Korea knowing that he will never live anywhere else for the rest of his life. Oh, and also people are trying to kill him. So thank you, Jong-un. I feel better already knowing that my bad day is better than your best.