“I haven’t figured it out. Why has he been changing so much? Youngjae and I have been friends since we were so small we couldn’t walk, and I used to pinch his cheeks and kiss his face all over when he fell down, I’d hold him so tight he couldn’t breathe!” I smiled, looking in my coffee mug. “We used to be closer than you and Appa.”

                “I know, dear.” My umma nodded, patting my head. “Maybe something’s just been going on with him?”

                “But he won’t even let me peck his nose for good luck anymore.” I pouted, taking a sip of my coffee. “And he swats my hand away when I go to pinch those fluffy cheeks.”