"And your parents are just gone, no note or anything?" Chorong gasps. Naeun nods solemnly. "I don't know what I'm going to do, Rong. Between school and work, where will I have time to take care of my 6 year old sister?" Naeun puts her hands in her head and groans. "Not to mention that I don't make nearly enough money to hire a nanny."

Chorong tries to think of a sympathetic reply, but falters. She's an only child who lives a comfortable life; she has no idea what Naeun was going through.

As her best friend continues laying out her problems, Chorong remembers an ad she'd passed on the way to their apartment. "Would a babysitter work?" Chorong interrupts. "A babysitter is basically a nanny, and I can afford neither." Naeun scoffs in annoyance. "No, I saw this babysitting ad when I walked up here. I didn't think much of it at the time, but her rate is fairly cheap and she's really experienced." Chorong continues. "I think you should try it."

"I don't know, what if..." Before Naeun can finish her sentence, Hyewon clumsily falls off the couch. There's a beat of silence, followed by loud wailing. For a kid so cute, she sure can be really noisy. Chorong notes. Naeun moves to soothe Hyewon, frustration highlighting her every step.

"What's this babysitter's name?"

"Oh Hayoung."