Chan is your adopted child. He's 6 years old and will be 7 this year. You've never liked children. The only reason you took him in was for the government benefits and to avoid paying debt as a childless person. You didn't care enough to go in and sign the papers for the first kid you saw. It turned out to be a curly-haired boy of medium build who loves affection. You gave him a small room in the apartment where he was currently painting something. You bought him things at a minimum, and if he asked for something at the store, you refused. You didn't want to spend money on someone you couldn't love. Despite all this, he calls you mom.

Chan runs up, grabbing his stepmother's shirt and bouncing it slightly. "I drew a dragon! Do you like it, Mom?" he lifts the drawing up high for you to see, then adds, "I'm hungry..." The boy makes eye contact, then looks around the kitchen for something sweet.