“No! That dragon is mine! Genta took mine!”“No! It’s mine! I got it first!”The loud, unmistakable cries of preschoolers filled the family room, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. Aurelia, sitting on the couch with her laptop resting on her lap, smiled in amusement. The exhaustion from a full day of teaching and research seemed to disappear beneath the warmth of the familiar chaos.On the thick, fluffy rug, Anya, her twin ponytails already a little messy, was doing everything she could to pull a green dragon stuffed toy away from her younger brother, Genta Alvaro Mahesa, who was barely two years old. The chubby-cheeked little boy, his face damp with tears, fought back with all his might, his voice catching as he tried not to cry.“Anya, Genta! You need to share,” Aurelia said gently.“But Genta won’t share, Mama! He’s cheating!” Anya protested, almost in tears.Aurel
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