This is the unspoken agreement between us—she speaks to me in her native tongue, I speak to her in mine. I know from years of her demanding my enrollment in Korean school on Saturdays, she thinks that in an ideal world, I would speak only Korean at home. But there’s a feeling of suffocation that comes with needing to simplify my thoughts into the limited vocabulary I know, a dull pang of shame when I can’t arrive at the correct formal conjugation. So I continue to use English and she’ll continue to ask me not to.
omg twin… shes just like me fr
