My father has the cute urge to suddenly stand in front of my door at the most random moments. On Sunday the phone rang. “Hey, are you home?” “Uh, yeah? I'm still in bed.” “Great, I'm at the door! Can you open it for me?” With a sleep wrinkle still half on my face, I stumble to the back door. “Hi, dad, how are you?” “Good! I'm going to keep going, I practically drove past your house and wanted to drop something off.” He hands me a phone case for the iPhone

X in my hand. “You’re totally into the plant print now, right?” I turn the thing around and see the cutest case I’ve seen in ages. I know he ordered it via AliExpress, because that’s his guilty pleasure, and he has made it a sport his whole life to buy things as cheaply as possible. I can’t help but laugh and ask how much it cost. ‘1 euro 37,“ he beams. ”Hahaha, well done, dad.“ You get it: this palm friend will be sticking around my phone for a while. What a boss, that guy.