My Korean Neighbor
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When I was 5 years old, we had a Korean neighbor, whose daughter, for some reason I didn't know, was always having a sleepover at our place. I honestly liked the idea of a younger playmate, especially a girl. Since, I only have an older brother. A younger sister sounded great to me.
I expected a three-year-old to be cute and fun to play with. This three-year-old kid WAS indeed cute with her dimples always protruding out of her cheeks at the slightest movement, but she also refused to talk to me. For some reasons I didn't know, she hated my guts and so for that, I returned the feeling, especially when she had to sleep in my room whenever she had a sleepover.
'Ungrateful Brat!' I thought.
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