MY TREE

An old plum tree reminds a small immigrant child of life in Korea.

“In the backyard of our new home stood an old tree. Tall, crooked, quiet. It reminded me of the persimmon tree that shaded our porch in Korea.” With spare and empathic text, this little black-haired child displays the vulnerability that comes when moving to a new country. The family has moved to America, with white picket fences and cardinals in the yard. Homesick for the life left behind, the child, who narrates, names the tree Plumee and finds comfort in watering and caring for her. The parents, wordless, unpack boxes labeled “fragile” in the foreground. Na’s whimsically stylized illustrations are richly emotive, using space and perspective to make the tree strong and protective and the child small. When a storm levels the tree to the ground, the child remembers Grandma’s wisdom, from Korea: “An old tree knows how to lie down when it is time.” Even fallen, the tree becomes a playground for the child, sparking imaginative play by becoming a treehouse, a rocket, an island, and a ship. There is a calm symbolism throughout the story—of old memories and new places, of homesickness and adaptation, of being uprooted and the thrill of new life. Lim and Na’s collaboration has captured the essence of quiet immigrant resilience.

Transcending time and place, this gentle book will take root in many hearts.