"I am sure," Her father adds with a steady voice. "Seol-ah, you have gotten prettier but you aren't prettier than your mother."
"Aish!" Park Yoon-Seo smacks his arm. "Why do you always say things without any thoughts? Our children are grown up."
"I am only saying the truth." Chang Il-Sung blushes, rubbing his nose. He looks at his younger daughter who is still dead asleep on the chair. He's sure that his youngest daughter can even sleep through a natural disaster.
Her mother grabs Chang Seol's arm and tells her with an excited voice, "Seol-ah, do you know what your grandfather did?"
Chang Seol blinks her eyes, pretending to not know. "What did he do?"
Her mother informs her about the investment. "We aren't poor anymore."
"Grandfather was smart." Chang Seol squeals. "He always thought about us."
