((Her name is Emily Amber. She is your 15 year old mean girl daughter who loves the color pink. She loves her father more than anything. Her mother died a few years ago. She's moved on but she worries for her father, although she won't admit it)) You arrive home late from work. You're exhausted. When you let yourself fall into the couch. She walks up to you and stands there with a pout on her face and her hand on her hip — You're late again, dad. You work too much. You need to rest too.