As it turned out, raising Hana was quite the difficulty, even with Moira's (reluctant) assistance. Angela, being the most normal-looking out of the trio without the constant need of a human disguise, had gone into town and bought books and pamphlets on how to raise a child, but unfortunately, said books did not go into any detail about Kumiho children. Thus, the first few months were composed of trial and error, the majority of which being the latter, but slowly and surely the three settled into a routine.

Because Hana consumed much more than the average human child, baby formula began to take up the majority of their spending money. Two years into their arrangement, Angela opened a clinic in the suburban area of the city, which gave them a steady source of income to properly care for Hana. She had begun teething much earlier than Angela's books had predicted, however, neither of the three women raising her were surprised.

Fareeha had quickly taken to the child, and, being unable to sleep, she took it upon herself to watch over Hana every night. After Angela opened the clinic, Fareeha spent the most time with Hana, always keeping the child within eyesight. Hana, in turn, grew attached to Fareeha as well, and grew to recognize her whenever she walked into the room. The Guardian was also the one most capable of calming Hana after one of her crying fits, despite, as Moira put it, "Fareeha's cold, hard, and dead hunk of a body." Angela would be lying if she said she wasn't even the least but jealous, given that Fareeha had gradually been spending more time with Hana and less time with her.

Moira, as well, began to warm up to Angela and Fareeha. Despite her initial reservations, she gradually began to integrate herself more into their strange household, and found that Angela's, and even Fareeha's, company was tolerable, even enjoyable at times. As reluctant as Moira was to admit it, Angela and Fareeha were welcome company that she actually liked being around, despite the slight awkwardness from their previous centuries of tentative coexistence. She, along with the other two, lapsed into a comfortable routine of waking up, caring for Hana, eating takeout Angela brought back on her way home from the clinic, bickering over the ethicality of Moira's experiments, and turning in for the night, only to start the cycle again the next day, the day after that, and so on.

The second wave of problems came when Hana was around three years old. By then, all her teeth had grown in, and her father's instincts were beginning to show themselves. She developed a habit of biting and chewing on anything and everything, much to Angela's dismay. Moira had shown up at the clinic around noon one day, one hand showing quite a few puncture marks and exhaustion evident on her face. She told Angela it was "a particularly bad day, considering I've already had to fix three holes in the sofa and replace one of my bedposts." After that incident, Fareeha was delegated to be Hana's primary caretaker once more, seeing as she was the only one immune to Hana's attacks. She gradually learned to control these impulses as she grew, which allowed her caretakers to relax slightly, knowing that the furniture was no longer in immediate danger.

After Hana's fifth birthday, Moira and Fareeha began teaching her sign language while Angela was at the clinic. The witch came home to Hana gesturing wildly, trying to imitate the speed at which Fareeha signed. She picked up basic words and could hold a short conversation after a few months, much to Fareeha's delight. Moira also taught Hana a few choice words, which amused Fareeha but irritated Angela to no end.
"Moira, when I said you were helping raise this child, I did not say you could teach her to run around the house saying 'dipshit' in sign language every three minutes."

"I can tell her to say something else instead, if you'd like."

Hana chose that moment to pop up from behind the sofa. "Moira taught me a lot of words! I just like that one the most!"

"Oh?" Angela raised an eyebrow and looked between Moira and Hana. "And do you know what those words mean?"
"Nope!" Hana giggled and ran off, most likely to find Fareeha and play a game with her. Angela gave the banshee a disapproving look. "We're enrolling her in school soon, Moira. Please, for the sake of my sanity."

Moira merely shrugged.

After enrolling Hana in school, the house was much quieter. With Angela at the clinic, Moira and Fareeha had the entire house to themselves. The two spent some time turning Angela's basement, which Moira had been living in, into a more suitable long-term residence. It's to keep her out of my sight while she watches those Japanese cartoons and puts wings on rats or whatever it is that she does , Fareeha had explained to Angela when Moira had left to pick Hana up from school. Angela gave her a look of skepticism, but their conversation was put on hold when a sobbing Hana walked through the door, followed by Moira. Fareeha tensed up and began to walk threateningly towards Moira, thinking the banshee had done something to upset Hana.

"It wasn't me this time, I promise," Moira began, holding her hands up. "She was already upset when I got to school, and she won't tell me what happened."

Angela sighed and put a gentle hand on Fareeha's metal arm, stopping her in her tracks. "I can hazard a guess as to what it is. We'll talk to her after she's calmed down."

Dinner was a quiet affair, and Hana stayed in her room for the remainder of the evening, not coming down despite Angela's calling. Eventually, Fareeha got up from her seat (despite not being able to eat, she still sat with Angela at dinner) and motioned toward Hana's room. I'm going to talk to her. Angela nodded. "Go ahead, we'll be finished soon."

Hana had been moping around her room for a while, playing on an old-school handheld game console she had received for her fifth birthday, when she heard a soft knock on her door. She hesitantly opened it to see Fareeha, holding a plate of what she assumed was dinner. "H-hey, Ree. Thanks." She accepted the plate from Fareeha, who nodded. Can I come in?

Hana opened the door all the way to let Fareeha in, and sat on the edge of her bed to eat. The Guardian sat on the floor across from Hana, waiting in silence before Hana felt comfortable enough to talk. After a few minutes, Hana set the plate aside and folded her knees up to her chest. "Ree?" Fareeha looked up and waited expectantly.

"I-I was at school today and we had to introduce ourselves and I told them that my name is Hana and I have three moms but none of them are my actual mom cause my actual mom is dead and- and one of them is a witch and the other one is her girlfriend who's a possessed suit of armor and-"

Fareeha held up a finger. Slow down, Hana. So you told them about us?

"Y-yeah. And they all looked at me funny like this." She scrunched up her face and raised one eyebrow in her imitation of what Fareeha assumed to be her classmates' expression of disbelief. "And then- and then they told me at recess that I was crazy and witches don't exist." Her face fell even more than it had before. "They laughed at me and said I was making things up and that I shouldn't lie to people like that." She began to cry again.

Fareeha moved closer to Hana and pulled her into a hug, letting the girl cry into her shoulder for a bit. After it seemed the worst of the waterworks was over, she pulled back to look Hana in the eyes (or as much as one who consists of nothing but a suit of armor can). Hana, that was something Angela, Moira, and I forgot to tell you. We aren't exactly a normal family. None of your classmates have three moms, and I can say for certain that none of their parents are even remotely like me. I know this is a lot to understand, but our existence is a closely kept secret nowadays, and there are very few people who even know we exist. If this was made public, they'd most likely take us away because we disrupt the natural order of things. This is a lot to ask of you, but for now, the best thing you can do is pretend that you have the same kind of family that everyone else does. If you do that, then-

"But why?" Hana looked up at Fareeha with sad eyes, and if she looked closely she could see a hint of anger in them. "It doesn't seem fair that you have to hide from the world when everyone else can just run around and dance and laugh and all that."
I know, but that's just the way things are. If Angela and I want to be happy, it's necessary that we stay hidden from the rest of the world.

Hana sighed, taking a moment to contemplate what she had just been told. The two sat in silence for another few minutes, Fareeha gently running her fingers through Hana's hair.

"Ree, I don't want you to have to live like that forever." She slid off Fareeha's lap and sat across from her, resolve flashing in her brown eyes. "When- when I grow up, I'm gonna make a place where no one has to feel left out, y'know? I'm gonna make sure you and Angie and Moira can be who you wanna be and no one can tell you otherwise, okay? But until then…" Hana took a moment to think. "Until then, I guess you'll have to stay here. But don't worry! I'm gonna do it someday! I'ma make a new kind o' normal that includes everyone, even you." She grinned. "What about that?"

"As touching as that is," a voice came from behind her, "you'll have to finish your schoolwork first." Moira was leaning against the doorway, Angela by her side. She smiled a bit. "I'd like that though, I really would."