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Back in college, Bora met a guy from Harvard. Tall, handsome and a perfect gentleman. It was winter break and Bora wasn’t able to make any plans that time when her friend invited her to her brother’s apartment in Massachusetts. Her friend’s plan was to introduce Bora to the said brother as his brother promised to bring a friend for her to meet as well. Boredom made her pack her bags and buy her ticket. Taking a plane all the way to Boston and driving to Harvard.
Everything was so different from back home and so Bora enjoyed the chance to travel and keep herself from being watched so closely by her father’s men. “Does he know we’re arriving?” She asked in English fluently, her pronunciation and diction having been perfected throughout the years with private tutors that kept her from wanting to get out of the house. “No. We’re going to surprise him.” Her friend tells her, simply showing Bora the exterior of Harvard as they drove around toward his apartment’s location.
The night was falling slowly and no one was home when they arrived so they took the empty room and went downstairs to make dinner. Her brother was blond, tall and had beautiful blue eyes. That was what she noticed when he arrived. They exchanged a few greetings and behind him was more people. “We’re having a house party.” He excitedly told his sister and amidst the crowd stood a man. Tall, handsome and a perfect gentleman. The young man that her friend smiles broadly at. The introduction between them that Bora didn’t bother listening to as she heads over to the kitchen.
As the small house got crowded, Bora found herself standing in a small space near the kitchen door. Holding her red cup with beer, the music filling her ears and the sight of students around her age having fun. “House parties in Korea aren’t like this.” Shaking her head as a few Korean words slipped out of her lips. All she wanted was to have a private moment to herself. No one here would understand what she just said. “Oh, that punk. Making out with his girlfriend like that. Tch. I’ll have a boyfriend I can show off too! Someday.” She kept on mumbling under her breath.
She felt bitter and childish. She was young and she easily envied happy couples. Someone was standing next to her but she didn’t pay him any mind. He wouldn’t understand her anyway. Sputtering Korean nonsense as she drank her beer. “You don’t understand me, right? Ha.” Glancing over the stranger, she realizes that his features don’t exactly match the rest of the crowd. He was looking at her and finally, it dawned her. He understood every word she had just said. So she wasn’t the only Korean in the room after all.