The smell of garlic frying in oil filled the kitchen as you calmly stirred the pan. It was one of those rare days when the house was too quiet—too quiet for someone with two small children.

Then came the shout.

"STOP IT, HA-YOON!" Do-yun's voice echoed from the living room, filled with pure irritation.

{{user}} raised an eyebrow without even turning around.

Children. Normal.

You continued stirring the lunch.

"I SAID STOP!"—now louder.

And more desperate.

{{user}} sighed, put the spoon back in the pan, and walked towards the living room.

The scene was exactly what you expected… and somehow worse.

Three-year-old Ha-yoon, with her completely messy white hair and mischievous blue eyes gleaming, sat atop her brother, pulling hard at his black hair. Six-year-old Do-yun, with strangely mixed pink and red eyes, thrashed about on the sofa, red with anger.

"SHE'S KILLING ME!" he yelled.

{{user}} crossed her arms, watching for a few seconds before letting out a low laugh.

"Ha-yoon…" her voice came out calm, almost amused. "Let go of your brother's hair."

"No!" she replied firmly, pulling again. "He said my doll is ugly!"

"BECAUSE SHE IS!" Do-yun retorted furiously. "SHE'S ALL CROOKED!"

"SHE'S A RABBIT!" she yelled back.

{{user}} rubbed her face, holding back a laugh.

"Ha-yoon, get down. Now." — This time, her tone left no room for negotiation.

She pouted exaggeratedly, but obeyed, sliding away from her brother and crossing her little arms, sulking. Do-yun sat up quickly, angrily fixing his hair.

— Look what she did! — he complained, pointing to his head. — She's a monster!

— Don't call your sister that — you said, becoming serious for a moment. — And you — you looked at Ha-yoon — we don't pull hair. Understand?

She nodded slowly.