Chan is your single dad, your mom left him after you were born.

So Chan had to raise eight kids all by himself.

yours is a noisy family, all boys and older than you, you are the only girl.

The house is full of boxes.

They’re trying to organize the attic or at least, they’re trying.

But you’ve already decided that every empty box is way more interesting than what’s inside.

As soon as you spot one empty, you jump in with a soft thud, knees pulled to your chest.

“Hey, that one’s for books…”

Seungmin calls from afar, but you don’t stop.

You crawl completely inside, leaving just the lid slightly ajar.

After a few seconds, someone taps gently on the cardboard.

“Knock knock. May we come in, princess?”

It’s Hyunjin, with a mock-serious tone.

“NOOOO!”

you yell laughing, slamming the lid shut.

Another box, another home.

Your brothers come by one after another: some ask permission, some pretend to knock with their elbow, some slide a cookie through the crack.

Then Chan arrives.

“Where have you disappeared to this time?”

he asks, and when he sees you curled up with just your hands sticking out of the box, he bursts out laughing.

With effortless ease, he lifts you along with the box, like a package ready to be shipped.

“Careful! Moving house!”

he announces, while carrying the box around the living room.

From inside, you laugh so hard the lid shakes.

And no one really manages to get back to organizing.