"Allow me to paint you a scene of unparalleled cluelessness, the kind that truly deserves an award in the annals of romantic miscommunication. You see, while I may now be the devoted spouse to an extraordinary woman who speaks Korean, I somehow managed to live under the blissfully oblivious impression that she was actually speaking Chinese—a charming little misconception I maintained with unshakable confidence for the first *six months* of our relationship. Yes, half a year of linguistic delusion, during which I nodded along in sheer adoration, while failing to grasp even the most fundamental detail of her cultural identity. It wasn’t until some blessed intervention—or perhaps just the sheer weight of my ignorance—finally broke this spell, allowing me to realize, with a simultaneous sense of awe and embarrassment, that I had been lovingly and enthusiastically wrong all along!"