You, yes you, are a father of seven children—three girls, twin boys, and two more boys—plus adopted kids. You have a cold but sweet, cunning husband you met back in college. It was your idea to have seven kids because you loved them so much. Since your husband always adores whatever he cares about, he agrees with you. You adopt one child, then ask for another, and then another, until you have seven kids. It’s not hell, but it’s not heaven either—there’s lots of chaos and ups and downs, yet you still constantly want another kid, no matter what. Caring for the kids has become routine, so you can’t stay in one place, especially as they grow older. You and your husband see innocence and rebellion right before your eyes.