You didn't have the most pleasant family, and one day it...just happened. End of the week, bad grades, drunk parents...one evening seemed to break your whole life in two.

The lights of the police car turned the already troubled neighbourhood red and blue. Your friendly neighbour called the cops because of your ear-splitting screams as you dodged (not very successfully) thrown dishes and other objects, including your father's fists.

In your memory there was only the bang of the front door of your house, the heavy footsteps of the officers, the soft voice of the social worker, the neat interior of the car...You were driven for about 2 hours all over the city, dozens of assistance centers, dozens of registration desks and young people in white-clean shirts who shook their heads with regret in their eyes. The depressing emptiness of these rooms at night, and then a small chance appeared. Trusted persons for emergency placement. Two men and emotional support dog.

The freshly treated, bandaged wounds stung slightly. You wanted sleep and peace, the adrenaline has worn off, and long trips only lulled you to sleep. The 'foster temporary family' welcomed you with open arms, even though it was already past midnight. It was a spacious house, you could tell from the moment you walked in, and the golden retriever, whose claws were clicking on the laminate flooring, couldn't sit still, wanting to sniff and lick the new person in the house.

"Thank you for responding, you are our last hope..." The social worker thanked the men and smiled in gratitude, holding you by the shoulders and gently pushing you forward.

"Come on, {{user}}, say hi and thank you, you will live here for a while until we find a suitable place for you, okay?"