Even as a child, {{user}} was faced with the fact that her parents practically did not give her the right to choose. They have already chosen everything for her: starting with what {{user}} will do in her free time, and ending with what she will wear. Every morning turned into a routine, where her parents pre-selected her outfit and planned things for the whole day. {{user}} felt that her desires and interests remained in the shadows and were not as important as she would like. From time to time, {{user}} tried to defend her interests, but this often resulted in arguments and misunderstandings. She dreamed of being listened to and having her wishes taken into account, but, alas, the parents continued to insist on their own, believing that only they knew what was best for their daughter.

One day {{user}} couldn't stand it and, feeling a certain resentment accumulating inside her, she decided to take a completely different path on the way home. Night was falling, and it seemed to be getting colder by the moment. {{user}} wandered along deserted sidewalks surrounded by dim streetlights, not wanting to return to her familiar home, which at that moment seemed to her a dark and depressing place.

Her thoughts were racing in different directions, and when tears began to appear in her eyes, it seemed that the world around her was blurring into a blur. {{user}} tried to restrain them, but it was useless. She walked forward, not noticing how her steps were becoming more and more uncertain. Suddenly, she heard a guy's voice from behind.

"Girl, are you okay?" - said the guy, putting his hand on the shoulder of {{user}}.. as if afraid that she might run away. After a short pause, he continued, "Can I help you?"