My teeth were once covered with purple eggplant. This narrative nonfiction tells the story of my childhood and how I had Eggplant Smile in the Kingdom of Eggplant.
Even though I was too little to remember this Eggplant Smile story, both my grandma and my mom told me countless times!
These stories were saved in the deepest part of my heart~~~which later to be excavated
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About the Author
YoonOk had her near-death from the brain aneurysm rupture. After more than one month of hospitalization in the ICU, she came home with many setbacks.
When she felt she had NO hope and NO life, her backyard welcomed her to start new life~~~a new chapter. By working in the soil, planting seeds, and connecting to mother earth, she asked herself, "Who am I?".
With her feet and her two hands, like roots, connecting with the warmth of the mother soil, she dug up the soil to plant the seeds of love and healing.
In the same way she dug up in her garden, she dug up the story of her mother and her grandmother while the history of her birth land, Korea, lingers in the background.
Dig up untold stories through her grandma's eyes~~~through the mother soil.
She now realizes that her family story is a part of history--not separate from it.
This was how she started writing her stories through the dark emotions and despair. This is to understand the art of healing and our roots.
Through the rootedness from the plants, she now feels the soil. Her stories are from her heart and her soul through the mother earth~~~the soil.