Personal Narrative: Occupational Therapy

It wasn’t before I met my friend Hwa I first learned about occupational therapy. Couple of years ago, I ran into my long-ago friend’s dad at a grocery store when I was back in Korea during a summer vacation. As much as I was glad to say hello, he smiled but I saw his eyes were not. It happened that Hwa’s mom and her two other sisters were involved in a car accident five years ago. Although they were all carried to Intensive Care Unit, Hwa was the only survivor from the accident. The next day, I met her in the same apartment I hung out with her before I moved to another town. “We have a guest here, Hwa,” her dad said. Hwa stared at me in a pure curiosity. Hwa could hardly talk and recognize me as many areas of her brain were affected by the