I was arrested after being framed by a woman for raping her. The police came into our house looking for a weapon and pointing guns. I only found out much about her after the police came by. I stayed silent. Grandpa died in the room by himself after the other family members told me not to greet or see him in his last moments on the chair. They were embarrassed I would be the last moment of someone's life. I drove in the car from the airport and looked longingly out the window. I met some Korean men dancing who wanted to be friends or seduce me. But when I told them I was trans they all just laughed at me. I hung out with the Muslim women instead but they were ignorant of me as I tried to follow their rituals.