My father is American and my mother is korean. I'm not fit enough to be American or Korean, so I've always been left out. I was born in Korea, but when I was 8, we went to America. I don't know anything when I was small but I've always loved singing, dancing, playing sports and stuff.
When i was my 17th, my father died. Mom have suffered alot. I always try to make her happy even though I cry every night but I've always kept a fake smile on my face. The next year mom decided that we should go back to Korea. I agreed cause I don't know alot of people here and so does mom. I can finally meet my other side of my family and I'm so excited.
