Haneul frowned as he stared at the big lump of blankets wrapped around what seemed like a very unanimated doll.
He frowned even harder when he heard his nanny tell him that was his little brother.
'What?'
Haneul was a smart baby. He was just 4 years old, but he already knew how to count up to 10.
Yet he still couldn't comprehend how that fat, crying baby was his brother.
'Nuh uh'
It didn't make sense.
Nope it totally didn't.
What was worse is that every time he tried to touch him; he'd get scolded as if he did something wrong. He didn't do anything wrong right? He was just curious...
Truthfully Haneul didn't like this Situation.
It was like that since the baby had arrived, everything was about him.
Haneul wiggled out of his nanny's hold he didn't want to see the baby anymore, so
