Chapter 30

“Right, because you went out of your way to make me as Korean as possible,” I retorted sarcastically. “I don’t even speak the language, Mom. The last Korean-American guy I went out with a couple of years ago was offended at my lack of knowledge about the land of my ancestors. I’m a freak to people with a similar background, not to mention everyone else I’ve gone out with. And forget about the long hours I work. That tends to stop things in their tracks.”

Sara sighed. “I wanted the best for you, Hanson. I didn’t want you to be stigmatized in any way. You’re as American as I could make you.”

“Isn’t America supposed to be a melting pot of cultures? Live and let live?” It was an old argument. “You mean well, Mom, but I want you to stop. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Don’t say that! The perfect man for you is right around the corner, and I will find him if it’s the last thing I ever do on this earth.” She kept on talking, and the more she said, the angrier I became.