You just got back from America, back in the country you were born in: South Korea. While you were away you had missed your parents and your best friend Amber a lot and you couldn’t wait to see them again after quite a long time. You got off the plane, carrying your luggage with you and searching with your eyes for your family. Once you spotted them you felt an overwhelming feeling of excitement and happiness.

You quickly dashed up to them, with the biggest smile ever on your face: “Mom, dad!” Tears rolled down your cheeks and you hugged them tightly. “Oh, Honey buns,” your mom looked at you with tears in her eyes and a loving smile, “look at you! You’ve grown so much!” “I really missed you,” you muffled a reply, still holding them in a tight embrace. “We’ve missed you too, Hun,” your father said, smiling fondly at you.

“Amber called you, by the way,” he told you when you finally let go of them and pulled your arms back. “Chincha?!” you blurted excited and he nodded. “What did she say?” you had really missed her a lot and you couldn’t wait to see her again and catch up with her. “She said she’d come over to our house to welcome you,” your father grinned because he saw how excited you were and you tugged his sleeve. “Okay, let’s go now then! I can’t wait to see her!”

The three of you got in the car and you thought about Amber: she was your best friend since kindergarten, and even though you did have more friends than her and you did make lots of friends in America, none of them could compare to Amber. She had stuck by your side for so long and you had countless happy moments with her and you loved her to bits.

“Are you glad you’re home again?” your mothers voice made you snap back to reality and reminded you to the fact that she had told you that your old neighbours had moved and new people now lived next to you. “Yes I am,” you nodded, “how are the new neighbours by the way? Are they living there yet?” “Oh, yes! They moved in a week earlier,” your mom told you, looking at you from her seat in front of the car. “Chincha? How many people are there?” you asked, hoping there would be any girls you could be friends with. “There are only three people,” your mom told you, smiling when she saw your curious face.

“They have a son your age, he’s quite handsome,” you pretended not to see the suggestive look in her eyes: she had been waiting for you to have a boyfriend for ages, but you never really wanted one, you were perfectly fine on your own.

“Pfft,” you couldn’t hide that you were disappointed, and your voice sounded a bit dejected, “I was hoping there would be a girl...”