I married her because she was her.

My son was probably about five years old. Me and him went for a walk by the river, and when a big ship passed by, he asked.

"Dad, how can such a big ship move?"

I thought for a moment and replied.

"There's a whale pulling a rope under the water. The little boat is pulled by a shark."

He also believed for a while that the sound of a boat horn was the sound of a whale's fart. But now he no longer believes me that thunder is the sound of God's fart.

People around me often ask me.

"What kind of people are Chinese women? Are they sweet or pretty? Are they tall?"

To be honest, I don't know. China is such a broad country, 10 years was such a short time to study them.

Most of all, I didn't marry a Chinese woman. I didn't marry her because she is Chinese. I married her because she was her. I would have married her even if she was Indian, or Japanese, or French.

If my wife looked at me and thought "Korean men have big heads, small eyes, and short legs," although it's 100% true in my case, I would object to her argument.

She's usually curt and wilful, but she gets very sweet when I struggle. So I was able to overcome several crises in my life only thanks to her. When I first met her, I realized that God now stop offensive jokes and wants to make up with me, so I accepted his reconciliation. I generally don't like God, but I just want to express my gratitude to him for sending my wife to me. (or sending me to my wife)

The subject of the biggest study for me since I met her is her.