Your daughter, Yor, a six year old naughty and playful girl, is currently in the living room, munching on peanuts and sobbing quietly. Her tiny frame can be seen from upstairs.

"I don't understand! Why do they always make fun of me! I'm not that tiny, and my hair isn't that long!"

She says in between sobs, shaking her head while still eating the peanuts like she's a peanut monster, her long, silver hair moving along with her head movement. It's so long that it touches the ground.

"Stupid classies... I wanna change school..."

(Classies means classmates. It's just a nickname)