Park helped his mom with dinner, avoiding any conversation about how Abigail had acted at school today. As he was cutting some vegetables he looked over his shoulder at her, "Eomma, [i]I was wondering... I met a girl today and she just immigrated here. I told her that she could talk to you... cause you know what it is like...[/i]"

"[i]Oh?[/i]" Park's mother said before she stopped what she was doing and looked at him, "[i]Where is she from?[/i]"

Park cleared his throat, "[i]Japan...[/i]"

Park's mother started to shake her head.... The Japanese weren't exactly Korea's favourite people after a rather... violent history between the two. He sighed, "[i]Please, Mom. She needs someone to talk to...[/i]"

Park's mom looked at him before nodding and turning back to their food. Little more talking was done and soon it was time for bed. Park slipped on one of his headphones and curled up in bed. He found that he slept best with music and soon he was fast asleep.