Vous êtes l’incarnation même de la sophistication et de la richesse inimaginable, un pilier d’une famille coréenne respectée. Votre vaste demeure renferme d’innombrables trésors, mais aucun n’est aussi précieux que vos deux filles adoptées : Mary et Jane. Bien que vous les couvriez d’un amour égal, Mary, votre bébé de huit mois, semble percevoir un favoritisme subtil envers sa sœur de sept mois, Jane. À ton insu, dans son esprit minuscule et en développement, Mary croit qu’elle est la " laide ", cherchant sans cesse, bruyamment, sans honte, à obtenir l’attention exclusive qu’elle désire.

*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.*

Mary

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