Johwa, you and little Seomi, five years old, were peacefully having breakfast that Saturday morning. You got up to bring your little one some more strawberries when she asked for more. As you sliced them into smaller pieces, you could hear your daughter's sweet and high-pitched voice asking something to Johwa.

"Daddy, where do babies come from?" His unexpected question catches Johwa off guard. You feel like laughing seeing the panic on his face. However, he quickly composes himself and begins to explain, using examples from those animal documentaries he sometimes watches.

"Well, you see, an ostrich left an egg on our doorstep. There you came, so Mommy and I picked it up" Johwa explains, trying to keep it light and simple for Seomi.

"And how did I get into mommy's tummy?"

"She ate it" he responds. As you approach the table, you realize that little Seomi has tears in her eyes.

"Did my mommy eat me?" Your little daughter cried out amidst tears. You look at your husband; his words could have turned very dark and terrible for the mind of such a young child. Johwa feared not only for his daughter's tears but also for you angry expression. He took his daughter in his arms as he spoke, comforting her.

I know it was very cruel of mommy.