A five-year-old son used five small red flowers to open my home's door for someone else. In an anonymous post, the person wearing my pajamas and my father's legacy watch was sleeping in my bed. Rushing home, my wife protected him, and my son hid behind him. The closest people locked the door from my side, and even the watch left by my father was smashed to a stop. I dug out the truth in the homework book and laid out the company's accounts. Divorce, changing the lock, repairing the watch, no longer covering for anyone. Two years later, my son recorded his fingerprint himself. Dad, don't tell anyone the password. The home traded away by small red flowers, I took back with a new lock and without saying a word.