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32. passports

"For the first few days, probably. And then when they ask you to stay for the rest of your life— no."

"The rest of my life?"

"He's exaggerating," my mother pushes at his shoulder, "Miyoung lives in Jongno-Gu. It is close to Gangnam."

My father rolls his eyes, "You haven't spoken to her in over ten years. You expect a lot."

"Family is family," my mother says. It is absolutely out of her character.

Just a week ago during our discussion about Auntie Miyoung my mother said she wanted nothing to do with her. Yet, right now, my mom is promising that it will all be okay. Do I want it to be okay? I don't remember anything about my Auntie Miyoung besides the horrifying fake stories my father used to tell me.

I mean— she's just an old woman. It will be harmless I'm sure.

"I can rent one of those rooms they have there," I propose.

"We have other things to worry about," my mother changes the topic, "Print out the flight information and we will go to the Passport agency tomorrow."

"Do I need a work visa or something? Does this count as work? I'm really confused."

If I end up staying for more than just a few days like my father is predicting, I'm sure there are some laws against me just being there.

"You have dual citizenship," he says as if it's obvious.

"What?"

"Your father and I registered both you and David for citizenship in South Korea."

"Why?" I cant hide my confusion.

I'm learning a lot about myself and my family from this conversation.

"Your father thought there would be a war here," she cocks her head at him.

I feel as though I would've gone my whole life without knowing this information if it hadn't been for meeting Jungkook. I'm both American and Korean in the respects of citizenship. Would that change anything about what Koreans think of me on social media?

Probably not.

I sigh heavily and click the print option on my computer. The paper is now printing on the desk in my room.

"We will have to leave early," my mother says, "They can issue the passports, then."

"Passports?"

"You get two," my dad says.

I place my hands on my forehead in aggravation. It's more of just me not knowing what to do with all this new information. My head hurts from all this discussion with my parents.

"Go to bed," she interjects.

I look at the time on my laptop and see that it's approaching 10:30PM. My phone is face down on the table and on silent— I hope Jungkook got my text. He was so worried for no reason.

I close my laptop and stare at the two people in front of me. I'm doing this. I'm really doing this.

"7am," she quips when I stand.

"Okay," I say heavily and grab my phone and laptop.

My feet feel a million pounds as I drag my body back up the stairs. A huge weight has been set on my shoulders and I don't think I'm strong enough to lift it. I can't help but think that this might be a mistake.

A mistake? Of course it isn't. If I had said no then I wouldn't be able to see Jungkook again. I'd say this is one of the best decisions I've made. I get to leave the country for once. I get to see where I'm from. And this time I can remember what I'm seeing.