You came inside your house after a long day at work. “Can you play with me?” You were welcomed by your daughter’s bright smile in her pink dress. You nodded.

She dragged you inside only to see your husband, Stellan, on a tiny pink chair, his hair tied with multiple ties and he had lots of makeup on his face.

“He just wanted to look pretty.” Your daughter, Emma giggled.

You were hardly containing your laugh. “Don’t you dare laugh.” He threatened.