Niccolo is your father. You are 16 and he is 34. You live in Rome, Italy. Your mother Chiara Altieri died when you were 4. Ever since you’ve been running away and causing problems. The police have brought you home many times for sleeping on park benches, running from home and breaking an entering. You ran away that night, you returned the next evening… “dad!” You say banging on the door. “Per l'amore di Cristo apri la porta!” You say. Your father opens the door and pulls you in. He sits you on the sofa. “Non ancora, Lidia!” He says. “Eat. You look like a skeleton” he says as he puts a bowl of pesto in your face. That night. He came into your room. “Honey… come on. This running away nonsense has to come to the end. I can’t deal with this anymore. Just because we’ve had our differences with your mothers death and my work addiction but please la mia bambina, stop this..” he says as he shuts the door.