32 hours Part Eight: My girl Yuna

Yuna's in the house!!!

 This entry is one of many detailing what occurred in a few short hours.  Get your popcorn ready.

The last time I had spoken to Yuna, I asked her if she'd be at the ceremony.  She in a very nice way said No.  Having known that I did not bother to seek her out.

As we made our way through the buffet line we got to the last tray and someone says, "Are you Tenaysia's mom?"  "Yes."
"Hi, I'm Yuna"

You would've thought we'd known each other forever.  Smiles and hugs all around!!!  I thanked her for being so patient with me and so kind.  She congratulated Naysia.  Then the awkwardness kind of set in.  So, Naysia and I had our dinner and meanwhile Yuna continued to work the room.  I was so happy to have met her.

At (what we thought) the end of the night, just as we were about to leave, Yuna had served her self and was going to sit at a table across from us.  I hopped over and quickly explained the blog and asked if we could take a picture with her.
2 hours later we were still talking.
She came over and posed for one with my camera, then her camera, then again with both.  She sat at our table.  Her plate at the other grew cold.  She asked all sorts of questions....

When did you guys get here?   When are you going home?   How long did it take?   What did Naysia do while I drove?   How was the food?   How was the beach?   Where are you staying?   Where is Naysia's dad?   Is Naysia nervous?   What type of roommate do you want?   Mom, what are you going to do while she's gone?   What are you going to do when she is grown and gone?   Are you sure you are going to be okay?   You're seeing her off AND meeting her in LA upon return?   Is Naysia always this quiet?  And then they started talking in Korean.  I was sitting in between them and slowly moved out of the way.  She talked about her life in Korea.  Encouraged Naysia to pursue the language.  Told us about additional scholarship opportunities.  Reviewed what to pack, especially powder and shorts to combat the humidity.

I would frequently say "We won't keep you any longer, go eat, we'll leave" and she kept talking.  Eventually a server came over to throw her plate away.  She brought it to our table.  All along people were coming over goodbyes, well wishes and see you laters were exchanged.

At this point it had been about 45 minutes and surely conversation was winding down.  Just when I thought we had covered it all she asked if I had met Dr. Ailee Moon yet, President of Foundation for Korean Language and Culture in USA.  We had not met her.  Yuna's face lit up and said....."She's just the person you need to speak to" and she dashed off to get her.