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MY NAME IS YOON by Helen Recorvits This story is realistic fiction. That means it is a made-up story that could really happen. real fiction = real fake VOCABULARY for My Name is Yoon Cuddle: to hold close in your arms Favorite: the person or thing you like best Patient: able to wait or to put up with a problem until it gets better Practiced: do something over and over again until you get good at it Settled: to get used to a new home Wrinkled: to make folds or lines on a smooth surface MY NAME IS YOON My name is Yoon. I came here to America from Korea. Korea is a country that is far far away. It was not long after we settled into our new home that my father called me to his side. “Soon you will go to a new school. You must learn to write your name in English. This is how it looks,” he said. I wrinkled up my nose. I did not like YOON. Lines. Circles. Each standing alone. My name did not look happy. My name looks happy when I use Korean symbols. The symbols dance together. And in Korean my name means “Shining Wisdom”. I like the Korean way better. But father told me I must learn to write my name in English. “Remember, even when you write your name in English, it still means “Shining Wisdom.” I did not want to learn the new way. I wanted to go back to Korea. I did not like America. Everything was different here. My father handed me a pencil. His eyes told me to try. “Do as I do.” He showed me how to print every letter in the English alphabet, all 26 of them. So I practiced and practiced. My father was proud. “Look, he called to my mother. See how well our little Yoon does.” “Yes,” said mother. “She will be a wonderful student.” I wrinkled up my nose. My first day at school I sat quietly at my desk while the teacher talked about C A T. She wrote CAT on the chalkboard. She read stories about CAT. I did not know what her words meant. But I did know what the pictures were. She sang a song about