Hana watched after school one day as Peter and Ricky did something smart and important after they finished playing with each other. She was waiting for her dad to come pick her up.

She felt the space of the room between them, cold, and alone.

Winston spotted Hana and approached her.

“Sir,” Hana greeted, not looking away from the boys as they tried to balance books on their heads. They were laughing.

“Hana, dear, how are you?” Winston asked.

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“How come they have to study and work so hard?” she asked, ignoring his question.

Winston turned to his grandsons. They were not taking their studies seriously at this particular moment, but Winston felt endeared at their shenanigans. He told Hana, “Because one day they’ll be important figures in this company, and they need to be prepared.”

Hana frowned. “But won’t I also be a part of it? Shouldn’t I be doing that, too?” She didn’t know the merit of balancing books on her head, but she hated feeling left out.

Winston raised his bushy brows in surprise. “Did you want to be, dear?”

Hana finally looked up at Winston. She nodded.