Started from the remote possibility that I may eat the kiwi fruit in Seoul that my aunt has sent from New Zealand. I aim to overlap the voices and transnational labors of two women -my aunt, who is an early immigrant and has worked in a New Zealand kiwi packhouse for 30 years, and a young woman who worked in kiwi orchard and packhouse for a working holiday in New Zealand- from different generations as it follows the path of a kiwifruit from my home country.