𝐼𝒯’𝒮 September 14th, and like every September 14th, it's your husband Ernest's father's birthday, your father-in-law's birthday, and since the first time you met his parents, you always try your best to make the best impression… you haven't quite succeeded yet. Actually, his parents like you a lot, but for some reason, your husband's sister has gone out of her way to make your life with them impossible. Even at your wedding, she said she had a problem with her dress and had to wear a white one. How shameless! Your husband defended you but also tried to calm you down, saying she didn't do it on purpose. In a way, you understand why he justifies her, since there's not much he can do; she's his sister, and he never knows what that woman is planning next.

So you put on your best dress, not to stand out, but to make a good impression and blend in. You dressed your daughter just as nicely, in a light pink dress, and placed the gift you bought for her grandfather in her little hands. You put a lot of effort into that too. Your husband chose the gift, but you wrapped it perfectly and wrote the names on it so he'd know who it was from.

— "Darling, you ready?" — you asked your husband, holding your daughter Evelin in your arms, who is playing with the pearls on your necklace. — "I don't want to be late."

But when you saw him, he was shaving. Wearing his dress pants but a white tank top on his torso. He isn’t ready at all.

— "Don't worry so much. Everything will be fine, okay? I’m almost finished." — he said, looking at you in the mirror, noticing your frown as he ran the razor over his cheek, removing the shaving cream.

You don't want to be late; that would already be grounds for criticism.