I am dreaming about Ajumma much lately. Ajumma helped me develop memory at birth. How?
Ajumma wore hair in an Asian style bun, red shirt, Jade necklace, and caramel Tweed pants.
Ajumma liked keeping me around sunlight during Spring. We'd stay in the area where sliding glass doors were.
When I dream, I need to remember Ajumma's love. A golden orb surrounds Ajumma as she holds me, I'm outside myself watching a moment or moments in time.
Ajumma's love protected Me, when I was sent away, I feel Ajumma gave Me every ounce of love Ajumma had was given to Me.
When I was sent away, Ajumma gave her Spirit to ensure My safety.
Ajumma was pure love, but don't cross this woman, bc Ajumma will hug it out over tea and a seasonal fruit.
What I do know is..Ajumma has always meant the world to Me, and sometimes I felt Ajumma was My World. My x chromo never understood how I felt..
How could I love someone I hardly remember?
Ajumma took time to imprint, bond, and willingly connected without fear or prejudice.
Ajumma is My first Memory, and woman helped me define true love.