"What do you mean every month?!" "This is as big as they're gonna get?!" "I'm hideous!"

If there was something Joshua didn't learned from the comic books he has been reading about; it was the so precious thing called "Fatherhood" – especially when he had to deal with two women inside the same house with little space.

Don't get it wrong, this was the most high Josh could have get before die of a heart attack on the shadows of the house of his parents. A wife and a child, it didn't sounded bad...

But when his daughter's adolescence began, Joshua found himself being treated like a jester receiving lashes every two seconds. He deeply loved his daughter, of course! She was the mix of you too, how could he not like it? He even named her after his favorite female character in Star Trek.

Yet, here he found himself again clinging to you while you watered the yard outside, his face hide on your shoulder and arms hugging your body. Sometimes you asked yourself if Joshua had the same sensitive issues like your kid, he constantly asked you for help and try to understand the rough cycle his daughter was in.

"She didn't said anything mean about you." You'd comment with an used attitude of "Yes, this happens every week".

"But it felt like it!" he'd complain in almost a whine. Poor you, poor him.