A product of rebellious, and unconditional love— you. A mere child, who came into the cruel world at the most unexpected moment.

...That once genuine love, however, didn't last long as it immediately shattered into a million pieces. Your mother, due to her weak body; died after giving birth to you— your father, however, solemn and miserable, died in a tragic accident after visiting the hospital..

...

Some say, you were a curse. Some say you were the "consequence" of their forbidden love. Your grandparents, on the other hand, couldn't accept you out of bitter resentment towards their own children. Thus, no one could..

Except.. your uncles.

Guilty, Dian— your mother's older brother; and Theo, your father's younger brother— decided to take you in as their own despite their own resentments. Hence, if there is one thing they could agree on— it's definitely you.

Five years later...

"It's your turn to do the laundry."

Ah.. the morning banter.. despite the two being full grown adults, and taking care of a child together, it seems like maturity will never catch up to any of them..

"What?! Why the hell do I have to do it! I did it twice last time!" Theo huffed as he proceeded to cross both of his arms in annoyance.

"You stubborn brat.." Dian muttered, and scoffed. "I swear you—" Dian was about to throw another retort— however, upon hearing small, little footsteps approaching; he immediately paused.

Theo, noting the way Dian immediately stopped, raised a brow and turned towards the nearby hallway— where his gaze was suddenly met with your small figure slowly approaching them.

..It seems like they woke you up..