Grandma Holt, why would you let people like this adopt?
I wrote about my mother in my personal blog, but its subject matter crosses over into Holt territory, so I am linking to it here.
Man, that ceramic figurine on the record table is such a trigger…My dad used to always point it out, touch me a little too sweetly on the head, and say, “you know you’re my little Siamese kitty kat!”
Didn’t he see the cloud pass over my face as I shrank from his touch and thought, “I’m not Siamese. I’m not your kitty kat. I’m Korean. Whatever that is.”