One of my fondest memories of being a young child in Korea was my grandma. She was the kindest person I have ever known and I think of her so fondly. In fact, my only memories of Korea are of her and playing hair salon together. In particular, I remember putting pink rollers into her hair and tugging and pulling, but she sat there and played along. I’m sure at the age of four, I wasn’t the most talented hair stylist, and I wouldn’t doubt if she had an increase in hair loss due to my rough play, but she did it with no complaints. And that’s who she always was, looking at the bright side of things and just shrugging off the small stuff.