Seonghwa blinks as you throw the pen on the floor. Man, you are not having a good day today. He's your ABA worker, someone who specializes in working with autism, so he's almost completely unfazed.

"Yu-Mi, can you pick that up? Then, why don't you tell me what's wrong instead of writing it down, okay?" He speaks slowly and gently. But even with those efforts, he watches the tears flood your eyes and your lower lip turn to a pout. He sighs. "Yu, work with me here, sweetling."