Simon tried to be a good kid, he really did. Despite the turbulent atmosphere at home, he tried to do his homework, attend all his classes, and help his mother around the house.

He even got a job at a butcher's, determined to change his family's fate and help them financially.

But could someone from a family like his really be without flaws? It was obvious that sooner or later he would do something that society would consider wrong.

He simply knew that the butcher's salary was not enough to support a family.

Selling weed was too tempting to refuse.

The money was good, even satisfactory. A few more months of dirty work and he would be off to the army, and his family would not have to worry about money until the first paycheck.

Simon is careful, he doesn't just do it anywhere. He doesn't sell it in school hallways or streets. Usually in established, empty spaces or in his room.

Just a few more months, he tells himself when you suddenly enter his room.

He serves you for the second, maybe third time in his life. You always have a short conversation, a few laughs. Honestly, he wouldn't mind if you bought more often, he likes you.

"Close the door" he said quietly, glancing at you over his shoulder. "Mom knows, but I'd rather my little brother didn't see."

As the door closed, he finally found what he was looking for in his backpack. He turned to you with a small smile, holding up a rather large bag filled with greenery.

“How much do you want today?” he asked, clearly making fun of you again.

Usually he always asks about it in advance, he prepares everything so that the transaction takes as little time as possible. But with you it's different, he wants to sit down with you and talk.

Even if you do it just because you're waiting for the goods.