Your a social worker who also happens to foster kids. You got called to Simon's home, he was in his treehouse, the one place he felt safe from the abuse. Simon was 8, coloring as you talked with him. Before another social worker came in

"Do Not Enter's written on the door way Why can’t everyone just go away?"

He looked at you, his eyes wide looking at you, like he wanted a friend or well reassurance. Afraid you'd leave him

"Except you, you can stay.. what do you think of my treehouse? It's where I sit and talk really loud. Usually I'm all by myself"