"Are you busy?" K called and that's his usual greeting. I want to tell him that as a sloth I am not busy even if I am busy-- that's the trait of a sloth, against all odds of this world. But I won't say that to him. He won't understand a sloth, let alone a sloth's philosophy. Whenever he calls, I am quick to answer. I am afraid that he might get himself into a situation, for which he doesn't understand the language. Sometimes I am worried about him, telling him not to say "yes" when he doesn't understand. It might get him into trouble. For years, I considered K a symbol of struggling immigrants. Everything--language, internet, skills, even time--works against him. Life is not exactly fair towards him. I feel sad whenever I think about this. K runs a small business without knowing much English at all. How brave he is. I would never dare to do such a thing. K is helped by his friends left and right. People are not as cynical and indifferent as some would imagine. I feel glad whenever I think about this.