One Fine Day 2

I think I need to introduce myself. I'm so sorry. Sometimes, I just have the worst manners. My name is Ga-Yun. I'm a 1st Generation Korean-American. I prefer of think of myself as Korean. And what does it mean to be Korean? I think it means that I eat Kim-Chi.

I have the long, curly hair of 80's rockstars like Led Zepplin or AC DC. Don't get me wrong. I'm not stupid. I went to Seoul National University which is the top school in Korea. I was also accepted to MIT. It's just that I've always been a kind of rebel. I loved South Korea and living in Seoul, but  after a while, the stifling conformity was getting to me. I wanted to think my own thoughts, and not to be weighed down so heavily by traditions. SO I moved to America.

I have to hit now. I need to focus on this game. Today has been a bad day. I've lost a few thousand dollars. Tonight, I don't think that I will sleep with a dealer. Such days always come. You can't win all the time. Now I start to think about my wife again. Well, we talked less and less with each other, and she became the stereotypical Korean parent. My daughter learned how to play the piano and violin and excelled in math. She hired tutors and teachers for everything and often invited these people to parties at my house. I did not want this. How these people talked on and on about music and art and music and art! I can remember hearing them in a daze, wondering what the hell they were saying. They were always saying what a fine daughter I had and what a wonderful wife my wife was. It was all a blur. I could hardly figure out what was going on. What I could figure out was the money was going out like crazy. I needed to work harder and harder. By now, the only thing I did in my house was sleep.