I woke up with a start, my dreams abruptly interrupted by a sharp tug on my hair. Groggy and disoriented, I blinked into the dim light of my room. To my annoyance, my mischievous brother was standing at the edge of my bed, a playful grin stretching across his face. He yanked my hair again, even harder this time.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" I snapped, my voice thick with sleep and frustration. I turned to face him, my cheeks flushed with anger. His grin faltered, quickly replaced by an exaggerated pout as he began to wail, his cries echoing through the house.
The commotion soon attracted our mother, who stormed into the room, her face a portrait of irritation. Her eyes darted from my disheveled hair to my brother's feigned tears, taking in the chaos of the morning. Her voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding.
"Seul Yoon, what is going on here?" she demanded, her tone making it clear she had no patience for the morning's drama, especially when it disrupted her busy routine.
I tried to explain, but her stern gaze silenced me. "I don't want to hear excuses. Get yourself ready for school and don't let this happen again."
With a frustrated sigh, I dragged myself out of bed, my brother's cries fading as he was led away by our mother. The morning had started with a harsh reminder of the chaos that often fills our home, leaving me to face the day with the familiar weight of unresolved tension.