The bathroom light fixture casts a harsh orange glow on the salmon-pink floor tiles. A faint knocking at the door is muffled by the gush of hot water in the sink. I open it expecting to find my nosy little sister, but standing there, outlined in a curl of steam, is my father.

He asks in a kind, inquisitive way if I need help.

“I’m fine,” I say, angling my body to conceal what I’m doing, but he’s six feet tall…