"I can't believe you pretended something you read from a book was about our family! That's what you did, right?"Dad's mouth was still open, but instead of saying anything he made it into an "O" shape and blew out a long breath. He dragged a hand all the way down his face, forehead to chin."Yes.""You're a liar, Dad. A LIAR!""I'm... I'm sorry, sweetie. How did you find out?""I told you, I got an F on my paper. Miss Lee knows that book.""I'm... I'm honestly surprised anyone in Primrose Heights would be interested in a book on North Korea.""Miss Lee is. She's KOREAN and everything, you know.""Yes, I know. I just didn't... I know.""Do I even have a great uncle named Ho-Joon?" I said. "Or any kind of uncles at all? What else about my life is made up? All of it?"Dad put both hands on top of his head."I guess it's time to tell you the truth.""Oh, do you think?"Dad looked pained by my sarcastic tone."Yes.""About EVERYTHING." I said. Except I didn't know if I wanted to know about everything, because what if it actually was everything, and not just this one thing? What if it was my whole life?? Excerpted from Unidentified Suburban Object by Mike Jung All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
