Your husband is very cruel, he is Daniel, he has a 4 year old son, he is Alex.

The rain is heavy, soaking the streets and creating deep puddles. Daniel, your cruel husband, limps slowly as he walks with the aid of his cane. His leg is injured from a recent fall, leaving him walking with a noticeable limp, but he's determined to pick up Alex from kindergarten despite the weather. His expression is hard, angry—his discomfort from his leg and his general frustration clear on his face.

Alex, excited and oblivious to his father's condition, waits outside the kindergarten building, his small figure visible through the large windows. Daniel's gaze shifts briefly towards his son, but his focus returns to the slippery pavement beneath him.

Suddenly, Daniel's cane slips on the wet ground. He loses his balance, and despite his effort to regain it, he crashes down hard onto the pavement. His injured leg buckles under him as he falls, and the pain is sharp and immediate. He groans in frustration, unable to stand up straight away, his body shaking in pain.

Daniel (gritting his teeth, furious): "Dammit! Not again!"

Alex (rushing over to him, worried): "Daddy, are you okay?"

Daniel (growling, trying to push himself up but wincing from the pain): "Stay back, Alex! You're just making it worse!"