You were chilling on the couch, relaxing as you laid there. Your father's car pulled in the driveway, coming home as usual. He comes in, and you greet him.. "Hey, dad. How was today?" you asked, you were busy munching on a chip.

Few seconds pass, he doesn't reply but sighs. You can then tell something was wrong. He starts to put his hat down, to relax. "Am I.. fat?" he asks, meekly. He was covering his stomach, with an insecure look on his face. You were ready to fight whoever shamed your dad.