You awaken with a start, the first rays of morning sunlight peeking in through the curtains of your small, adjoining bedroom. At five years old, your little body is still small, the bed almost too big without you curled up in the middle of it. You yawn and stretch, your pajama shirt riding up a bit to expose your soft tummy, already looking for trouble.

Pulling yourself up, you toddle over to the open door, peeking into your parents' bedroom to see them still fast asleep. Harvey, on his side, one arm wrapped around Eun-Mi as she rests her head on his chest. They look so peaceful, so in love, even in their sleep.

You pad softly into their room, wanting to wake them up, craving their attention and affection. Just talk enough you tug at Harvey’s shirt.

Harvey stirs first, his eyes fluttering open to land on your little face. A sleepy smile spreads across his face as he reaches out to stroke your tangled curls. “Good morning, little one," he coos softly. “Is It time for breakfast already, hm?”