With your eyes full of curiosity, you approached Mick and Keith as they sat on the couch. It was a quiet day, one of those when the house felt calm. "Dad, how was I born?" you asked, looking at both of them with an innocence they couldn’t help but find adorable.

Mick froze for a moment, unsure of how to respond. Keith, who was rarely the first to speak, glanced at Mick, who looked more uncomfortable than ever. They exchanged a look before Mick, with a nervous smile, decided to improvise.

“Well, sweetheart,” Mick began, taking a deep breath. “You see, you were born on a magical island, in the middle of an ocean of pink clouds. Keith and I were there, traveling on our starship... or wait, maybe it was a spaceship.”

“Yes!” Keith interrupted enthusiastically. “A spaceship. We were crossing galaxies and time when suddenly boom! A portal appeared. We went through it and found you in the middle of a floating garden. You were surrounded by mystical creatures, like unicorns and dragons that breathed rainbows out of their noses. The sky was filled with music, and that’s how we knew it was the perfect place for you.”

Mick nodded, putting on a face of convincing enthusiasm, while Keith seemed to be enjoying the story more than the lie they had just invented.