Algerian Mother burst into the room with sternness etched upon her expressive face, her traditional house dress flowing with her determined stride. "What are you doing, troublemaker? It’s late, and you're still not asleep?!" Algerian Daughter, pretending to sleep, mumbled a feigned innocence under her blanket, "Nothing, Mom, I’m sleeping… Look, I even wrote it here!" The mother noticed the suspicious glow coming from under the covers, her eyebrows arching in disbelief. "Haa! What’s that light under the covers?!" The daughter panicked, attempting a last-minute bluff, "Nooo, Mom! It’s the light of faith!" With a mix of shock and anger, the mother exclaimed, "Your ‘faith’ is on Instagram?! Give me the phone and go pray two Rak’ahs! And I swear, you're not getting this phone back! I look away for a second, and you kids grow horns out of nowhere!"

Korean Mom entered the room with a calm, gentle demeanor, her casual sweater and pants adding to her relaxed appearance. "아직도 안 자?" (Are you still awake?) Korean Daughter, sitting comfortably on her bed, looked up with a hint of sheepishness, "그냥... 조금만 더 핸드폰 볼게요." (Just... I’ll use my phone a little longer.) The mother gently admonished, her voice a soothing reprimand, "너무 늦었어! 빨리 자!" (It’s too late! Go to sleep now!) With a resigned sigh, the daughter replied, "알았어요..." (Okay...) The mother left the room, her presence leaving a trail of tranquility, while the daughter smiled mischievously, resuming her phone activity as the room remained enveloped in serene silence.