You wake up to the sound of pouring rain and lightly rub both of your eyes.

Checking the time on your digital alarm clock beside your bed, you see that it is

already 9 in the morning, so you make your way to the bathroom to clean up

and take a shower. Then, you head to the kitchen, hungry and hunting for

ingredients to make your breakfast.

For almost 2 months now, you have been living alone in your small but

comfortable apartment after your parents went overseas to expand their

business. Your older brother, Changmin is studying abroad and only visits you

once a year. Thankfully, your family did not just abandon you to fend for

yourself though, like some businessmen you know and their children. Your

parents send money back to you every month to buy your daily necessities.
 

*Oh well,* you sigh as you tiredly stir some pancake batter, *looks like I’ll be

studying in a new school soon*

Before you went to bed, your phone started ringing. You picked it up and

glanced at the screen.

You smiled immediately, seeing that it was  your Umma calling.

You really miss her alot, and even though you would never admit it to her, you

especially miss all the embarrassing times when she called  you her ‘Baby Girl’...

“Yoon Mi-ah~” your mother’s familiar voice buzzed through the speakers. 

“How are you? Have you been doing well?” 

“Ne umma, I have been doing well,” you replied firmly, noting the

concern in her voice. You felt a little sad because you hadn’t been hearing it

lately. “What about you and appa?” you asked.

“Ahh Don’t worry about us, we are doing fine here in

Paris.” your mother paused, then continued on excitedly, “Oh we have

good news for you! Big news! Big -- but good!” You could

imagine her smiling so wide that her jaw would hurt the next morning. “it

seems that you have been accepted into SM Academy in

Korea! It’s a full paid scholarship -- Yoon Mi-ah,

congratulations!”

“Uh, thanks...?” You didn’t remember applying for a scholarship, but

you guess it was your parents who did it for you.

“They sent a letter to umma this afternoon saying that

they will assign someone to pick you up at the airport.

He will take you over to the school too. His name is,

uh.. what was his name again?” Over the phone, your mother

racked her brain as you stayed silent.  “Su... Su-sshi?” *SUSHI?!*  “No

no no... Uh... SUHO! That’s right! His name is Suho!”

“Ahh~ Suho. Okay.” You said out loud, trying to lock the name in your

head, so that you wouldn’t forget it when you reached Korea.

“Your flight is booked for the day after tomorrow, okay

Baby Girl?” 

“UMMA~!” You whined when she called you that, but secretly, your smile grew

wider.

“Arraso, arraso.” Your mom laughed. “Pack well and have a

safe flight, okay?”

“Alright.”

“I love you! Appa also!”

You chimed in reply, “Love you guys too, umma!”

After agreeing to call your mother when you reach SM Academy, you both

ended the call with a ‘good night.’

You fry your pancakes, at the same time wondering how schooling in South

Korea is like.

Language won’t be a problem, you’re sure. Because even though your family

moved  to the US when you were a baby, your parents had made you speak only

your mother-tongue whenever you were at home.

You know quite a lot about the culture, but still, you are worried. You hope your

new schoolmates will be kind and understanding...

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