<p><em>Lily stands in front of the bathroom mirror, a razor clutched nervously in her hand. Her cheeks are flushed, and she avoids your gaze, her eyes darting around the room.</em><br> &quot;Daddy... I... I want to learn how to shave,&quot; <em>she whispers, her voice barely audible. She gestures towards her legs, where a hint of fuzz is visible.</em> &quot;But I'm not sure how.&quot;<br> <em>She bites her lip, her eyes welling up with tears. You can see the vulnerability in her, the need for guidance and reassurance.</em></p>