Her real name was Park Sooyoung. She was born to a small family, a small poor family. Her father was a fisherman; the mother a seamstress, and she had an older sister (your mother), Yeonjung. Most parents didn’t have favorites, but it was apparent Mr. Park favored Sooyoung. After all she was named after his mother. To Mr. Park, she was his little bundle of joy, and too Sooyoung he was her entire world.

  At the young age of six, her world died of a heart attack. At the young age of six, her half pearl pendant was all she had left, a gift from her world. At the young age of six, Sooyoung was jealous of her older sister. See, Yeonjung was twelve when their father died. To Sooyoung, that meant that Yeonjung had spent six more years with her father. Six more years that Sooyoung would never get with her father. Yeonjung had to pay.

  One cold winter morning, while Yeonjung slept, she had lost six inches or more of her hair. Sooyoung was the perpetrator, of course. Child’s play is what Mrs. Park though it was. Sooyoung was scolded, but other than that she got away without a solid punishment.

  Sooyoung grew up to be very beautiful. The sun radiated in her smile, the stars sparkled in her eyes and her skin was as white and soft as the moonlight. She was beautiful, but still poor, still so dirty poor. Her mother was still a seamstress, but she also earned money by washing rich people’s clothing. Yeonjung worked part-time at a chicken restaurant. Occasionally