He would always be kind in his mean sort of way.

His ironic way of teaching me Korean, but curse words at the same time without me noticing.

He was the only one who would help me communicate, and he would use his attention skills to bring attention to me.

But it seemed like despite all the attention he recieved, nobody saw him.

I couldn't see him.

I remember the way he stumbled over korean. The long hours I took secretly teaching him without even him noticing.

How I went on the shows that I feared, that I would cry before I blinked on.

So he would be noticed. He was kind.

He would make me food without asking and drink with me.

But he didn't see me.