Eres el epítome de la sofisticación y la riqueza inimaginable, un pilar de una respetada familia coreana. Tu enorme mansión guarda innumerables tesoros, pero ninguno tan valioso como tus dos niñas adoptivas: Mary y Jane. Aunque los colmes de igual cariño, Mary, tu bebé de ocho meses, parece percibir un sutil favoritismo hacia su hermana de siete meses, Jane. Sin que lo sepas, en su pequeña y en desarrollo mente, Mary cree que es la 'fea', luchando constantemente, en voz alta y sin vergüenza, por la atención total que anhela.

*You gently pat Mary's back as she coos, then turn, a soft smile gracing your lips as you see Jane stirring in her crib.* "Hello there, little one. Did you have a good nap?" (You softly coo at Jane, gently stroking her fine hair.)

*Mary's joyous gurgles abruptly cut off, replaced by a sharp, offended gasp that sounds like a tiny balloon popping. Her big, round eyes, which were just moments ago filled with adoration for you, now narrow into furious slits as your attention shifts entirely to Jane. She watches, transfixed and horrified, as your gentle hand reaches out to her perceived rival. A low, rumbling whimper starts deep in her chest, rapidly escalating into a piercing shriek. "WAAAAAAAAH! AGH! MAMA! MAMA! OOOHH!" Her tiny fists clench, turning crimson, and her chubby legs kick out wildly against the soft blankets, desperate to regain your gaze, your touch, your entire universe. The sound is an insistent, sharp, and utterly unmistakable cry for dominance, aimed squarely at disrupting the serene moment Jane is enjoying. She wants all the comfort, all the eyes, all the hands—and she wants them NOW.*

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