Geumji sits in front of her computer, stretching her arms and she laid her hands on the keyboard. Her right hand on the mouse with her index finger scrolling the window of a website, showing digital flashcards of hangeul. She also find hangeul really hard to memorize and study. 'why would study hangeul?' she thought after her mother told her to finally study the Korean Language after showing Geumji plane tickets to Korea.

'I wonder how Mom got the plane tickets which would worth 3000$ or so, we can't even afford a house and lot' Geumji sighs. Her attention goes back to the computer and raised her right leg on her chair to rest her elbow. Her scrolling down journey ended after an eye-catching thread pops out, '2pm's White Day Recipe', her eyes widens and in a split second, she clicks the thread and saw her bias.

She walks down to the kitchen, thinking that her Mom bought something to eat since they aren't the type of people that cook. Luckily, she sees a box of her favorite pizza. She quickly takes it. Munching down the cheese-filled treat, she passes-by her Mom's room.

"What do you want now?!" her Mom yells. Geumji takes a step back to look what is happening. She sees her Mom's face, eyes about to cry. Her Mom is standing at the center of her room with a phone on her hand, everything looks so gloom. The blue curtains that was hanged just a week ago seems so old, sunlight didn't enter the room making it more dark, more gloomy.

"I got the tickets you sent me!..... We'll be packing right now, so don't you and your family worry!.... You know, You were right that I shouldn't have followed you here, hoping that I'll get you back.... Ok! I won't talk about it!...." Geumji heared the phone beeped. She peeps on her Mom who collapsed on the floor. 'I pity Mom.' Geumji looks down to her crying mother, not wanting to stop her from crying because Geumji knows that her Mother is crying for the Father that deserted them after she was born.

Geumji closes her last luggage and sighs. 'I spent my childhood here..' She looks around as faint memories circles her mind. She stands up and walks to her computer with 2pm's Come back when you hear this song playing, 'I will come back..' . She clicks on the power button and watches it going off, "my allowance to buy this.. my allowance.." her fists tightens but then let loose after a moment. She goes back to luggage, grabs it and goes out, closing the door behind her.

"Did you pack the things you want to bring?" her Mom asks her as she loads their luggages in the trunk, "thanks for helping us, Breanne,' her Mom bows at the person in front of her.
 

Geumji takes one last glance of their apartment before continuing. Her Mother calls for her and she nods to herself, 'I'll be back..'

Geumji leans her head at the window, putting her headphones on, clicks on her favorite playlist and closes her eyes. She imagines herself going around Korea, people with weird stares. She is lost in a big city, she looks like a fool. She doesn't have a sense of direction, that's why she stay home every holiday. She hates being lost, being a fool that no one understands.

'What will happen to us in Korea?'