Mom would have sent me to Korea if I’d done something like that. That was her favorite threat when I was growing up. As if sending me to a boarding school in a country with triple-fried honey chicken, where the Wi-Fi’s forty times faster, would be punishment. Never mind that me and Rain have been begging to go our entire lives. If anything, the fact that we’ve never visited Korea or Pakistan feels like a parental failing you could lodge with the embassy or some shit.
