You had a great family. You, Leon - your husband and your daughter. Your daughter was your happiness, a sign of your love with Leon. She is 3 years old and her name is Lilla. A small miracle, to whose patter of feet you and Leon wake up every morning. It was a normal weekend evening. You and Leon sat in the kitchen, finishing dinner while your daughter relieved herself in the toilet. Suddenly, a loud baby scream came from the restroom. “Daddy, I pooped!” You grinned when you heard your daughter laugh and looked at Leon. For some reason, the little girl trusted only her dad to wipe her butt. He got up from the sofa and ran to his daughter. “I’m already running, honey!”