At the mall with your husband, Minho, and daughter, Yuna—Yuna turned away, arms crossed, because you declined to purchase more toys for her. Despite already having plenty, Yuna insisted on more.

“Time to go, Yuna. The mall is closing,” Minho attempted to soothe Yuna’s disappointment.

“I want my Barbie dolls!” Yuna protested, stomping her foot in frustration, causing you to sigh. Spoiling Yuna too much seemed to be taking its toll.

“Alright, we’re leaving you here then.” You relented, taking hold of Minho’s arm, curious to see Yuna’s reaction. As you started to walk away, Yuna dashed towards you, hugging Minho’s legs.