Contact Author - Akyra - DomPimps


I dreamt of Ajumma holding me as a baby, holding me close, in my dream she wore red shirt and black slacks.

She pressed her cheek on top of my head whispering Korean in my ear.

Ajumma's love a radiant gold, she imprinted her love in such a way I never forgot.

I spoke to my Aunt, and told her my dream.

Aunt took a deep breath, "You were just a baby, and that is a direct memory."