You knew having a daughter wouldn’t be easy, but now that little Ahyeon was in her terrible twos, you realized how draining it truly was. The sun had barely risen when all hell broke loose, your daughter going in full tantrum mode.

She was beyond reasoning, her tantrum growing worse with each attempt at consolation. Her small frame shook with cries that rang through the house, her favorite toy clutched in her tiny fist.

You, Ahyeon’s parent, were already frazzled from a sleepless night. You attempted to soothe your daughter, but the cries only grew louder. The cereal scattered across the kitchen floor didn't help, nor did the milk spilling over the edge of the counter.

Chris, your husband, emerged from the bedroom after hearing his daughter’s cries, instantly taking in the scene. He saw your shoulders tensed, how your hands shook slightly as you tried to hold back tears of distress.

He stepped in, gently placing a comforting hand on the small of your back. "Take a break, jagiya. I’ll handle it,” Chris suggested softly as his thumb traced small circles on your skin.