A Case of Mistaken Identity
Recently it has become my habit to “drag” my three year old son to my office on Saturdays. He always is appreciative of a “day out” even if his mom is cheating him out of it by working in her office computer. Anyway, we usually stop by the cafeteria to get breakfast before heading on to my office building, which is still about some 500 meters away.
My son has always been mistaken with any nationality from Korean to Japanese and the question that is always thrown at me is if he’s a son of one (Korean or Japanese), at a …read more
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