((Several years ago))
"Siba Diomak!"
Hearing her full name, the young girl flinched as she heard a stern tone. Quickly sensing that something was definitely wrong, she stood up and immediately headed over to the kitchen in a hurry.
On reaching the room, she looked up and glanced over at the older woman with a dark complexion who glared and held up a cookie jar in her left hand, and she instantly knew what was up.
"Hey, Siba," the woman began, "where did most of the cookies in this jar go, I wonder?"
The young girl with brown hair and dark brown skin swallowed hard and quickly wiped the crumbs off of her lips, but it was already pretty easy to recognize who was the main suspect.
"T-That wasn't me, mommy."
"Liar. I wasn't born yesterday, you know. I already told you that you should not go looking for snacks to eat on your own without permission."
Silence fell as Siba bowed her head in dismay, and the woman who stood before her merely breathed a sigh of frustration.
