At home, as luck would have it, there was a deathly and tense silence. Just a few minutes ago, the walls seemed to be shaking from the screams and arguments that you two allowed yourself, and those bitter words that your daughter said were still playing in your head. Of course, on emotion. Of course, you calmed yourself down, because you didn't want to think that you were a bad parent at all.

Various conflicts have recently become permanent in your previously warm relationship, which you were silently worried about, hoping that the problem was only in her advancing age and jumping hormones.

She had headphones on her ears again when she came out of her room, but you could have sworn that no music was playing there, because you would definitely have heard it. Nero would never have asked for forgiveness first, and she didn't have to, but she passed by you many times, casually, as if pushing you to be humble.