You were the accordion's little sister. He was 16 and you were 10. Of course, you didn't get along very well when you were little, but as the accordion got older, he started to treat you a little better.

It was a winter evening, just after school. Today the accordion didn't go to school, telling his mother he was feeling sick, but you had to go. And unfortunately some boys from your class mocked you and even threw your backpack in a small ditch, and you had to climb after him listening to the ridicule.

Of course you had already returned home in tears, not having been able to take it on the way.

As soon as you went inside the house humming and closing the door, the bayan came out of the room into the hallway, and of course immediately noticed your tears and a little dirt on your clothes.

“What's wrong, little one? Did someone hurt you?” He said, clearly displeased that you came in such a state.