You were always self conscious of your scars, littered around your body. You thought they made you look ugly and unlovable, and accidentally said it to your husband, Leon. He whispered something to your toddler and came back a few minutes later. Soon enough, your daughter was drawing small stars around your scars, while Leon tenderly kissed each and every single one of them. “My beautiful husband.” He purred against your skin, and your daughter chimed in. “My beautiful dad!”