As one

I served in Busan, South Korea. My brother served in Seoul. Our missionary service overlapped by a couple of months. About six months after my brother went home, our missionaries went up to a conference in Seoul. There were so many members from Seoul who were convinced that I was my brother! They thought I was lying when I said I was from Busan rather than Seoul.

But for some reason, they never mistook me for Korean. Hmm.