First an update:
(1)
I went to Korea two more times for work.
On Christmas day I was in Korea, freezing on the streets since it was an urgent business trip and my boss and I could NOT book any hotel room. I got a call from Dad and learned that our dog gave birth to SEVEN puppies. Christmas puppies, I thought they would be blessed extra but they died in about two weeks to a fire. I am not arguing about responsibilities so while I am not the only reason for the fire, I am somewhat still at fault for the fire; We have a light dangling dangerously on top of the cage to keep the puppies warm while their mother nurse them at night and one night I moved the light a little because I thought it looked like it would fall. I moved it to what I thought was a safer place before I went to bed. Next morning around 3 AM or 5 AM, I can't remember, shouts about burning puppies woke me up from my dream. I dashed into the garage but did not have time to choke because the cage was on fire! Dad used his bare hands to pull out two puppies and I will admit I was so scared of the fire that I hesitated for several seconds. What caused the fire? The mother dog got tired of puppies nibbling on her for milk so she jumped out of the cage and knocked over the light. It doesn't matter if I had moved to light or not because it would've fell onto the puppies either way when the mother dog jumped out but I still feel rather guilty. I should've just turned off the light but I was too stupid. I don't think...I just do things the way people tell me to and the light had been there to keep the dogs warm so I didn't think twice. My brave brother suffocated two that were already "crisp" to end their pain faster. Another "crisp" one died that evening. There were four more left but two were hurt so bad so we asked for the vet to put them to sleep but being Chinese, they refused. Why did I say that? Chinese people think killing is bad...not as in bad bad but bad for themselves, like they'll have bad luck. In the end my brave brother buried them alive. I thank him for being so brave but it was bad for him. Two puppies survived but one one them lost most of her tail and has serious burns on her hind legs. A family adopted her because she had the cutest face ever. The other boy was very healthy, chubby and active...I was so sad to give him away.
(2) My father fell from his motorcycle because someone poured OIL on the road. My 84 year old grandma on my father's side fell and landed on her face. The results were lots of blood and bruises for weeks. Then my other grandma had stroke. Then just when we thought things were over...one of the people I love the most on the surface of Earth, my adoptive father who is actually my uncle, passes away. I talked to him a week before he died. I was supposed to send pictures of him to his father but I kept pushing it off and when I finally sent it, he died. I couldn't even finish a little errand for him before he died. Who knew he was going to die? I never knew I loved him so much. He was such a good father to me. He only had one son but he was a father to four children. He was such a kind man, adopted my brother and I when our parents could not take care of us. I miss him so much. I hope he's in Heaven now.
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