Love

Yesterday I went to dim sum with a friend from grad school. He's Korean, was a journalist in China and is now studying for his PhD in International Studies. Mid meal, he answered his cell phone. He spoke calmly in Korean and even his "mmms" were caring, so I knew it was someone in his family. He mentioned before that his father passed away, so I guessed it might be his mother. After he got off he said, "That was my mom." I asked what she said and he responded, "She called because she had a nightmare." I don't know why, but that struck me as particularly moving. Somewhere across the world, in the middle of the night, a woman called her grown son just to hear his voice after awaking from a nightmare. That is love.