benevolent care

This  post comes from little.yellow.different
In yesterday's Chronicle, there was an article on reuniting North and South Korean families who hadn't seen each other since the Korean War (1950-53).

"Lee Duk Man, 87, who has cancer, met her 65-year-old son, Ahn Soon Hwan. They last saw each other during the war. The frail woman wiped tears from her son's face. She placed a bouquet of red roses before him put her wrinkled hand on his lap and said softly: 'Did you eat today? I must prepare some food for you.'"

Isn't this so funny? You don't see your son for 50 years, and your instinct is to ask him if he's eaten today. This sounds so much like my mom.

There were other less tender moments:

"Suh [Sun Hwa, 82] kept asking her son where he went after they were separated and where he has been living. The rugged-looking North Korean abruply sat up and declared in a raised voice: 'I have been living comfortably under the benevolent care of great general Kim Jong Il.'"

Isn't this like that girl in China that your dad wanted you to marry? She told you, "You are pensive, like Chairman Mao."