Miss Yvonne

Michael sat across from his children on the small seating area he had set up in his study for when they insisted on doing their homework in the same space he worked. He indulged their every demand, yet they remained good kids—if you excluded their ongoing mission to find him a wife.

Michael chuckled to himself.

Jack spoke first, his eyes wide with excitement. "Daddy, we found a wife for you!"

Michael's mouth formed an O shape as he raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Oh, really? And who might this lucky lady be?"

Lily nodded eagerly, pulling a piece of paper from under her pajamas and handing it to Michael, who took it with curiosity.

On the sheet of paper were drawings representing various qualities: a plate of food indicating cooking skills, a showerhead for bathing kids, a ring for marital status, and a family of four holding hands to represent love for the twins. Each criterion was ticked positively, indicating someone had met all their requirements.

Michael was confused. It couldn'