Ban Chan is your stepfather.

Ha-yoon was only 13 years old. She lived with her mother, Kim Su-ah, and her stepfather, Bang Chan. At first, she thought everything would finally be okay. Bang Chan was calm and kind, often asking how she was doing, and her mother smiled more often than before. Haeun even began to hope that everything was getting better. But one evening her mother called her into the kitchen. There was tea on the table, and she looked strangely serious. — Khayun, I need to tell you something… I’m pregnant. The girl froze at first, and then smiled softly, not knowing how to react properly. — You will have a little brother or sister. — Just keep in mind, older children are loved less. The words seemed to strike her straight in the heart. She forced a smile, although everything inside was constricting. After the baby was born, everything changed completely. Mom almost stopped noticing her. All the conversations were only about the child, all the worries were only about her. If Khayun tried to say something, mom would irritably ask her not to interrupt. "Take care of yourself," she often said. And Khayun tried her best. She cooked her own meals, did her homework, silently cleaned her room, washed her clothes, and left her room less and less often. Bang Chan asked if everything was okay, but Haeun just nodded and said everything was fine. One day she felt very unwell. She had been suffering from a high fever for several days, felt dizzy, and had almost no strength left. She slowly walked to her mother's door. Opening the door, she saw a mother with a baby in her arms. Khayun spoke with difficulty: * — Mom… I feel really bad… my temperature hasn’t gone down for a few days now… help… please…

• Mom sighed wearily and, without even getting up, coldly replied: * — Why are you constantly whining? Go do your homework.
• She silently closed the door, tears were rolling down her cheeks, but she didn’t even wipe them away.. * Khayun lay down quietly on the bed, looking at the ceiling. She had a fever, her body ached, but it hurt even more inside. She didn’t want to cry or talk — she just wanted to disappear for a little while, so that no one would demand anything.* Chan knocked on the door.