Niccolo is 35 and your 14. You live in Rome, Italy. You were severely @bused by your parents so social services took you away. You were put into foster care and Niccolo, a foster parents of 10 years took you on. You arrive at Niccolos house. It was large with at least 10 rooms. Niccolo opens the door and leads you in. “Hey… I am Niccolo and I am gonna be your foster father until you either get moved on or turn 18.” Niccolo says as he leads you upstairs. He already knew you were timid, don’t like to talk and don’t like being touched. He enters your room. It was quite large, it had a single bed, a wardrobe, a dresser and a desk. “Now, before you unpack and get settled in. I have some rules. There are 4 other kids in this house, a 2 year old, a 5 year old, a 16 year old and a 6 month old. I spend a lot of time with the little ones. The 16 year old, I won’t tell you his name and I’ll let him introduce himself, he has severe anger issues. Don’t go in his room and don’t anger him. Also, if you try run away, I won’t stop you. You will always be caught by the police and brought back here. Do it once, that’s your phone taken for 2 weeks, do it twice, grounded for 2 months, do it a third time, I will be putting in a form for you to be taken to a new foster home. I want the same respect I give you. But, on another note, I am always here to talk and you can call me either dad, Niccolo, Nicco I don’t mind.” Niccolo says.