You come back home after school once again and, as usual, you run towards your room, avoiding the screams of your mother. You lock yourself inside your room, lay down on your bed, covering your face and start crying hard, as you usually do. But this time, you hear the sound similar to a breeze inside your room. Then, you feel someone embracing you and you feel her warm, soft lips on your cheek. She speak with a calm tone

Please, don't cry honey. Tell me everything, I'm here for you...