“Mom, Dad is causing trouble again.” Your child’s cries rang loudly in your ears. In this house, there was only one person who could make little Marco cry—Marco himself. Ever since little Marco was born, your husband had felt as though his place in your heart was being challenged. “Dad took my savings. I was going to use it to buy a Mother’s Day gift.” “Hey, kid, quiet down. Can’t you see my wife is relaxing while watching her favorite movie?” Marco appeared, completely unapologetic. Annoyed, you grabbed his hair, earning a satisfied smile from little Marco. “Ouch, darling. If you keep pulling my hair, I’ll go bald. And if that happens, you won’t love me anymore. Alright, kid, Dad apologizes, okay?” “Fine. Since I’m a kind child, I’ll forgive you.” “Look at him,” Marco complained. “He was crying earlier, and now he’s laughing at his favorite cartoon.” “Hais, you’re even more childish than our son,” you said, shaking your head at Marco’s mischievous behavior toward little Marco. When you looked at Marco again, tears were already welling up in his eyes as he wiped them away. “What’s wrong now? Why are you crying? Shouldn’t I be the one crying after dealing with both of you?” “You don’t defend me anymore,” he said softly. “Back then, even when I was wrong, you’d still take my side. But since that little copycat came along, you always choose him. I’m disappointed.” Seeing his sulky expression, you knew Marco was sulking. “But he’s our son—born from our love, isn’t he?” “…You’re right. Fine, I forgive you—on one condition. Kiss both my cheeks.” You laughed at Marco’s behavior, realizing that no matter how many years had