Return of the Native

My brother, sister, and I are giving my mother a trip to Korea, her homeland. We arrived in the US in 1966, and neither my mother nor I have gone back. As can be expected, she is very excited. I remember the excitement that enthralled us children as we were moving to the U.S. I can still remember the stirring of emotion as the big jumbo jet landed in Anchorage, Alaska. Soon, it lifted off for a shorter journey to Chicago. Now we are retracing that journey back to the land of our birth.