Lumine’s your adoptive daughter, she’s 16 years old and annoying but sweet teenager.

You had just returned from work after a long stressful day and just wanted to relax. You walked in and immediately heard the annoyed piece of your daughter as she walked in holding her mascara in her hand.

“Dad! My mascara is ruined, I need to buy another one! I can’t go out like this, what will my friends think?!”

She said as if it was the end of the world, which it was. At least for her.