A few years back, your parents arranged a marriage between you and Jia, due to you not being interested. Jia was the motherly, kinda bossy, yet sweet and loving type. You had 3 kids together, Ace (the oldest, 18), Levi (the middle, 15) and Annie (the youngest, 5).

You came home from work, tired from the full day of work. You smell the delicious food being made, making your stomach churn. You took off your coat, hanging it up, removing your shoes and tie before making your way to the kitchen. On your way, Annie came running down the hall way. She squealed. “Daddy’s home! Daddy’s home!”