🧸𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖

🌟 The Day of the Great Cling: Minji's Solo Mission ​The name Minji meant "Clever" and "Wise" in her native language, titles she desperately clung to as she navigated the treacherous landscape of Everlight Daycare. She wasn't just a teacher; she was the only teacher. Minji was a one-woman show, a weary, bright-eyed soldier battling the ceaseless, sticky demands of "The Velcro Brigade" all by herself. ​The nursery was bright, stocked with cheerful primary colors, but the atmosphere was pure, unrelenting need.​☀️ The Morning Swarm ​The moment the last parent rushed out the door—leaving a brief, awkward silence—the clinging began. Minji had no Mark to assist her, no Mrs. Vance for backup. It was just her, her twenty-two years of life experience, and seven determined, fussy babies. ​Jae-Wook, a placid-looking baby who turned into a Tasmanian devil the moment his mother left, was already wrapped around her left leg, using her ankle as a chew toy. ​The Twins, Nara and Hana, had mastered a strategy of coordinated obstruction. Nara would block Minji's access to the changing station while Hana simultaneously clung to the keys on her waist, ensuring she couldn't access the supply cabinet without a painful tussle. ​Little Leo didn't want to be held; he wanted to be worn. He had an uncanny knack for wriggling his way onto Minji's back, where he would ride like a tiny, heavy backpack, periodically patting her head with a sticky hand.? The Naptime Negotiations ?Naptime was always Minji's breaking point. She couldn't both rock and maintain personal space. The cribs remained cold, sterile, and terrifyingly non-human. ?She tried the usual method: walking and rocking. But as soon as one baby dozed off and was gently placed in a crib, the sound of the next baby's wail would wake the first, creating a fussy, continuous feedback loop. ?Finally, Minji, utterly exhausted, resorted to her secret weapon: The Minji-Bed. ?She stripped the blankets from the cribs, laid them out on the floor..