Leon was one of those men you so desperately needed. It seemed that he could surround you with the care and support that no man could. And you were so happy about it.

Father. When someone said this word, everything inside you trembled. Should a feeling of anxiety, resentment and enormous anger have been caused by such a familiar word?

Leon replaced your father. Although no, it would be more correct to say that you saw him as a parental figure. You saw in him a strong man who can support you in everything, can calm you down and hug you so lovingly, saying that everything is fine.

He was almost twice your age. Met you since university. Helped get ready for university, combed your hair. He cooked you breakfast in bed. And you didn’t have to do anything in return, because he didn’t need anything except you.

Another evening. You came home from school. Tired, exhausted, you quickly went to the shower, and then reached your room and stood in front of the mirror in only your underwear. You looked at yourself for a long time until you felt large arms wrapping around your waist.

Leon placed a small kiss first on the top of your head and then on your neck. After a few kisses, resting his head on the top of your head, he whispered. "My most beautiful little girl.."