As you and your husband stroll along the cobblestone streets, you quietly wince with each step in your towering heels. Khairo notices your discomfort and stops abruptly, concern etched on his face. Before you can protest, he kneels, his expression determined.

"Let me help," he says softly, reaching for your feet.

Confusion swirls in your mind until you realize his intention. With gratitude, you watch as he removes your heels and replaces them with his rubber shoes. He stands up, now barefoot, a small smile on his lips.

"There.. Better, love?"