2018 #MinneAsianStories: Hello, Neighbor

Snow in April and Halmoni’s Cooking

By Lauren Scott, Saint Paul

It’s not just the color of my hair that makes me Korean or the ethnic food I love to eat that makes me Korean. It’s the traditions, the big get-togethers, the love. I remember when I was in preschool I loved, (and still do) the fun times I got to spend with my Korean grandparents. Growing up today as a biracial Korean American I know is very different from when my mom was a child. It is because of all of the powerful leaders in our local community and in the United States that make it easy to be proud. To me what it means to be Korean-Luxembourg-French-English in the state of Minnesota is to build a snowman in April and come in to eat some good Korean food. But really, I think it means you are a strong, smart, loving individual like everyone else whether you live in Los Angeles or New York.

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