I want Martin to think of the man who raised him when he sees it. To question the real meaning of what a father is. Not someone who donated a sperm to your being, but someone who was there for you as you grew up, who loved and protected you.
I was trying to adjust to madamhood, but there were still a few kinks to be sorted. Sure the house was spotless. But she had messed up my walk-in closet with her colour-coded tidying;