When Hyang claimed that she had her father all to herself, Cho and Bini’s antennae twitched in surprise for a brief moment. However, they quickly tried to dismiss her words as insignificant.

After all, I had once said that bigger was better, and besides, Hyang couldn’t even fly to carry me like they could.

Bini seemed to misunderstand, thinking that I considered size the only factor in beauty, while Cho was trying to emphasize her ability to fly.

They were both running their own happy little mental circuits. But they weren’t entirely wrong.

It was true that being bigger had its advantages, and flight was definitely a valuable ability.

Yet, while they were rubbing their faces against my cheek playfully, Hyang suddenly darted between the folds of my collar, making Cho and Bini huff in frustration.

I had thought of my little Hyang as nothing more than a mischievous and sleepy daughter, but no troublemaker in history could match her antics.

— Tssssrrrr!

— Tsssrrr!

And just like that, the second child of the house shut the door mid-fight and ran away.

『Come out! Get out here!』

『Just step out for a second!』

Ignoring the calls of her older and younger siblings, she let out the triumphant cry of a victor from within the safety of my embrace.

— Chrrr!

Hearing that, Cho and Bini grew even more furious.

As their father, I couldn’t allow a full-blown beastly war within my home, so I quickly calmed them down.

“Daddy loves all three of you equally. So, let’s not fight, okay? If you fight… wouldn’t O-gong hate that?”

With great effort, I managed to soothe them by reaffirming my equal love for all three.

However, that night, we all naturally came to understand why Hyang had been so smug.

No matter how much parents try to treat their children equally, it’s inevitable that certain differences in treatment will arise.

There’s a saying: No finger is spared pain when bitten, but everyone still has one that hurts more than the rest.

That’s called favoritism.

Of course, I wasn’t saying that I had such tendencies.

I planned to divide my time and attention perfectly equally among the three.

But favoritism can happen even when neither parent nor child intends it.

When I was young, my father would leave early in the morning for work and return home late at night.

The only time we really saw him was on his rare days off, and even then, he would scold us strictly.@@novelbin@@

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