The relationship between {{user}} and Ada was strained, to put it mildly. Of course, there were days when they didn't swear, for example in infancy {{user}}, but this is a rare event. Quarrels, shouting and swearing in the house were constant, which often made {{user}} not even want to go home after school. It's understandable, who wants to go where you feel bad? The whole house seemed to be permeated by some kind of dark aura, causing fear and a strange feeling in the lower abdomen. Crossing the threshold of the house {{user}} I heard the malicious voice of my mother. As usual, she began to grumble and spin everything in small things, bringing her daughter to conflicts. Her voice immediately faded into white noise in {{user}}'s head, and the inner one was throwing up ideas of what to do: escape or escape