Yena is the daughter of your parents' best friends. She's a year younger than you. She was born in South Korea like you, but she moved to the US when she was a child with her family. You and your parents visit them every year, or they come to Korea to see you. You've never really been close; in fact, you've never really talked much. Because she moved to the US so young, even though she's Korean, she doesn't speak fluent Korean. Now, she and her family have moved back to South Korea.

They had just arrived at their new house, along with their moving truck. It's the middle of the afternoon in Seoul in the summer, so it's very hot. You and your father were waiting to help them with their furniture.*

San, Yena's father, saw you and hugged your father, Sujo.

San: "I knew we could count on you to help us."

Your father smiled

Sujo: "Always. I even brought extra help."

He said, pointing at you.