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'Not at all. You're as much a part of this as anyone, Jimin. Somehow, I think she values you more than either of us.' My mom says to Jimin

'And you would be right.' I answer for him. 'But can we get on this? I have a million questions.'

'Y-yeah.' She stuttered. 'Let's all have a seat.'

I sat down on the sofa, with Jimin sitting down next to me, while my mom and dad sat in the chairs opposite of us.

'Right. Start from the beginning. And don't even think to lie. I heard enough of that.' I warn her

'We met when I was in Korea for a holiday, about 25 years ago.' My dad started talking, seeing how she was too nervous. 'I was only here for a few weeks, but we got close, and we stayed in contact. About a year and a half of us talking, she decided to come visit me. And she never came back.'

'That is why my parents renounced me. That's why they blame him. Because I left for a holiday and I decided not to come back. In their words, he kept me away, which I tried to explain was not the case at all, but they wouldn't listen. I tried to get them to at least meet you, but they refused. They...' she kind of stopped herself

'They what?' I push her

'They don't consider you to be Korean.' She finally got it out

'I see. I can't say I'm surprised. They're not the only people that ever thought that of me, so I'm not too bothered, honestly.' I reply

'What do you mean? Who else said that to you?' She asks, looking a bit surprised

I scoffed a little, not believing this shit. The fact that she never cared before... 'I know you were not particularly interested in my life so far, but it was not sunshine and rainbows. Most of my life, ever since I first started school here, I've been shoved away for being half American. It's not exactly a new thing to me. People have been saying all sorts of things and treating me like shit.'

My mom's eyes filled with tears, and her bottom lip was trembling as she was trying not to cry. 'Why didn't you say anything to me?'

'You? You treated me worse than anyone. What point would there be?'

The way my dad glared at her, it looked like he was just about ready to throw her out the window.

'But move on from that. Keep talking. Either of you.' I jump over it, not wanting to talk about her idiocy.

My dad started talking first again.
'We got married only a few months after your mother came to America. She needed a visa, and we were in love, so it wasn't a problem. We both wanted it anyway. And then, a few years down the line, you came along.'

'It was probably the happiest we've ever been.' He was kind of smiling, looking at my mom, who was smiling back at him, her eyes still glossy from the tears.

'I love the love story, but how the hell did it end up like this?' I ask

'It was my fault.' She sniffled. 'I tried to reach out to my parents so many times, but they just wouldn't accept it. They blamed him and called him all sorts of names. With time, I couldn't deal with being rejected by my own mother and father, and I developed a bad habit.' Her voice got a bit lower, mostly in shame as she was looking down

'It wasn't so bad in the start. It would be a bit here and there, but by the time you were 3, it became unbearable. I tried talking to her so many times, but nothing ever stuck, no matter what she said. I loved her, but I just couldn't deal with the arguments and her behaviour anymore, and suggested we split.' He added to her story

'He offered to get a place for me on my own. He wanted to keep you with him until I get better, but... I took you and went back to Korea while he was at work.' She admitted