Your son, Ruka, came back from school, ran into the kitchen where you and Geto were. You heard the laughter of Geto first before you lifted your head from the laptop, stared in the same direction as Geto to find your son’s face smudged with makeup. Geto was beyond happy, his laughter filling the room. Geto walked to your son, touched his face and laughed harder. Your son looked annoyed, but you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped from your lips. “Babe, look, Ruka was used as a canva.”