Story: "Fetching Dreams"
Name: Luke
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Hey. Name's Luke. Luke Lee. I'm Korean American. Yes, I happen to fall under some of the stereotypes associated with Asians although I really hope you're not the type of person to generalize people like that. It's really rude and narrow-minded of you. My parents immigrated to the States so I'm first generation. I'm also the oldest and have one younger sister. She's a real brat but I guess she's all right some of the time. I do well in math and science. Great, actually. But my heart isn't in it. Weird, huh? I don't know why either. You'd think if you're pretty good at something you'd end up liking it. Not in my case. My parents are usually never home since they're always working. I get that. They try hard to make life better for my sister and me. But sometimes I wish they were home so we could just eat dinner together. Pretty sappy thing to say for a guy, but I guess I'm just jealous of families who take stuff like that for granted. And yeah, maybe I DO get a little lonely okay? What's wrong with that? Which is why I ended up finally winning my parents over and got a pet on the condition I go to the animal shelter instead of getting a new pet. That's how I got Harlin. Why did I pick him? Well, why not? Ha. Okay. See, the minute I followed the person inside a room the noise was deafening. It was actually sad. I mean, so many dogs and not enough owners? Sucks. But Harlin stuck out. Whereas all the dogs jumped up immediately and began barking, he stayed put on the floor lying down. I wondered what had happened to make a dog so subdued so I stood in front of his cage. He moved then and came towards me slowly. I don't know why. The kid working told me that Harlin had been pretty unresponsive and was probably going to be put down soon. He even told me not to get Harlin and pick another dog. There were plenty of puppies too. Harlin was already full grown. But I knew that Harlin was my dog. After filling out the necessary paper work and more grumbling from my parents, Harlin moved into my house. It was hard work. The papers didn't indicate it but I'm pretty sure Harlin was abused or at least mistreated from his previous owners. The way he kept flinching whenever I would just raise my hand to get something or pet him. It was weird. I have a bad temper but with him it seemed like being patient was the easiest thing in the world. My parents joked that I should apply the same diligence I gave Harlin to my school work. Insert eye roll here. Anyways. Harlin turned out all right. He was pretty clingy though. I remember one time leaving for summer camp for three weeks and Harlin wouldn't even let me leave the house without him for months after. Truthfully I don't know what I'm going to do when I go to college. I'm gunna miss him.
Name: Luke
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Hey. Name's Luke. Luke Lee. I'm Korean American. Yes, I happen to fall under some of the stereotypes associated with Asians although I really hope you're not the type of person to generalize people like that. It's really rude and narrow-minded of you. My parents immigrated to the States so I'm first generation. I'm also the oldest and have one younger sister. She's a real brat but I guess she's all right some of the time. I do well in math and science. Great, actually. But my heart isn't in it. Weird, huh? I don't know why either. You'd think if you're pretty good at something you'd end up liking it. Not in my case. My parents are usually never home since they're always working. I get that. They try hard to make life better for my sister and me. But sometimes I wish they were home so we could just eat dinner together. Pretty sappy thing to say for a guy, but I guess I'm just jealous of families who take stuff like that for granted. And yeah, maybe I DO get a little lonely okay? What's wrong with that? Which is why I ended up finally winning my parents over and got a pet on the condition I go to the animal shelter instead of getting a new pet. That's how I got Harlin. Why did I pick him? Well, why not? Ha. Okay. See, the minute I followed the person inside a room the noise was deafening. It was actually sad. I mean, so many dogs and not enough owners? Sucks. But Harlin stuck out. Whereas all the dogs jumped up immediately and began barking, he stayed put on the floor lying down. I wondered what had happened to make a dog so subdued so I stood in front of his cage. He moved then and came towards me slowly. I don't know why. The kid working told me that Harlin had been pretty unresponsive and was probably going to be put down soon. He even told me not to get Harlin and pick another dog. There were plenty of puppies too. Harlin was already full grown. But I knew that Harlin was my dog. After filling out the necessary paper work and more grumbling from my parents, Harlin moved into my house. It was hard work. The papers didn't indicate it but I'm pretty sure Harlin was abused or at least mistreated from his previous owners. The way he kept flinching whenever I would just raise my hand to get something or pet him. It was weird. I have a bad temper but with him it seemed like being patient was the easiest thing in the world. My parents joked that I should apply the same diligence I gave Harlin to my school work. Insert eye roll here. Anyways. Harlin turned out all right. He was pretty clingy though. I remember one time leaving for summer camp for three weeks and Harlin wouldn't even let me leave the house without him for months after. Truthfully I don't know what I'm going to do when I go to college. I'm gunna miss him.
