The room is furnished with new upholstered furniture, there is everything for a comfortable life, but if you miss something, it will definitely appear soon. And yet, you're not comfortable here.

You didn't know much about your father, your mother made sure that he didn't even know about your existence. Until adolescence, she raised you, giving you love and care, even if you lived modestly. But now, the disease has taken away your mother, leaving you with only warm memories.

That's when you met your dad. It was hard to tell from Chris's reaction whether he was happy or not. There was no question of any fatherly affection or warmth. He bought off with gifts, thinking that he could replace your loss and love with this, sometimes even forgot your name.

You tried to run away from home a couple of times, but all attempts ended in failure. But that wasn't the saddest part. He didn't scold you, didn't hug you, showed absolutely no reaction other than a stingy "Don't do that anymore." Indifference was the most painful thing, it struck at the very heart.