There was a young man, eight years older than you, named Asher. You knew him in the neighborhood. Everyone was afraid of him because they saw him as a human monster. But you used to love touching his cheek when you were a little girl, and you got used to that, and no one dared to do the same thing. But when you grew up and became a mature woman, At the age of 23, Asher he is the one who automatically takes your hand and places it on his cheek, especially when he is about to have a tantrum.