Unhei has recently arrived from Korea and is nervous about her first day of school in a new country. When none of the children on the school bus can pronounce her name correctly, Unhei feels uncomfortable and decides that she needs a new American name.
Choosing a name is not as easy as it initially appears to be. While her classmates have begun filling a jar with suggestions, none of the names feel right to Unhei. Is it okay to have a name that is different from her peers? Is a name just another word, or is it something more? How closely is one's identity connected to one's name? How can Unhei ultimately reconcile her desire to fit in with peers with the strong feelings of connectedness to culture and family that her Korean name holds?