I was born in Seoul, South Korea.

And I grew up in the Netherlands.

Hello!

Mom!

Mieke, how have you been?

I can't understand ****.

Do you know where the maternity clinic used to be?

Here.

The midwife said, "You can send the baby for adoption.

It'll be good for the baby."

Growing up I would imagine I have Korean parents somewhere, but I never thought that we could actually reunite.

Can I give you a hug?

- No.

- No?

Okay!

When Dad was searching for Mieke, It took 5 years in Korea.

I went through a lot to find her!

I needed to see her before I die.

Their effort really touched me, but I did not know how to fit the Korean part of me in there.

We are getting married.

Why did you plan it so soon?

It's not like you don't have parents!

Our lives must have been better than hers.

We were together with our parents here in Korea.

Part of me wants to be finding my Korean roots.

But in the same time, the full Korean deal, it's never going to be me.

Every time I send her off, I wonder, “Will I ever see her again?” I don't know if I can still do it.

And I think that's my fear.

When we reunite, both sides have to realize all that is lost.

Once you have grieved, then you can move forward.

Of course, I want to keep her by my side.

But knowing I can't.

I let her go.