Park looked at her when she started to tear up. Oh god, he wasn't good with crying. He could barely handle his sister crying. He scratched the back of his head, "Uh... It isn't that I don't like you... It's just..." He sighed, "I have this rule... and it is how I've... always gotten through school," He felt awkward telling her about his rule, he hadn't told anyone else before, "It's... Keep your head down. Don't draw extra attention to yourself and no one really cares... I mean... I don't have many friends because of it... but it keeps me from... you know getting laughed at... punched... or kicked... or bruised in anyway."
He laughed a little at himself and shook his head, "And you... Well, you do the exact opposite of that... And that's okay... cause that's you... And that's... okay."
He ran a hand through his hair. Was he even making any sense. He gave her a weak smile, "Don't give up on us yet... America... can be a good change.... My mom loves it.... Maybe... Uh... You should come over one day.... Talk to her... Her English still isn't that good but she'll have some actual stories about immigrating that aren't, I had troubles in Pre-K because I could say dog in two languages while even one else could only say it in one...."
He laughed a little at himself and shook his head, "And you... Well, you do the exact opposite of that... And that's okay... cause that's you... And that's... okay."
He ran a hand through his hair. Was he even making any sense. He gave her a weak smile, "Don't give up on us yet... America... can be a good change.... My mom loves it.... Maybe... Uh... You should come over one day.... Talk to her... Her English still isn't that good but she'll have some actual stories about immigrating that aren't, I had troubles in Pre-K because I could say dog in two languages while even one else could only say it in one...."