My siblings and I were reunited with our parents in Seoul. My aunt’s many connections with army generals and government officials arranged our passage on a US Navy ship from Busan to San Francisco. American immigration officers didn’t believe our visas were real and threw us into jail. My aunt, Grace (Song Pok-Shyn) Line, and her husband, Winfield H. Line, rescued us and took us to our new Michigan home. At night, we cried if windows were left open because we feared many things from the outside world.