"Are you okay?" Leon asked, entering your modest shelter, which you had made from blankets and chairs, and inside you had placed a bunch of the same blankets and pillows. You didn't answer him, continuing to sob and bury your face in your knees, which you were hugging. The man sat down next to you, half-crawling into your shelter.

Your parents are getting divorced. And this is quite a strong blow for a 12-year-old child. You were very sad, then this sadness grew into hatred, and then again into sadness. And so on in a circle. Your parents were busy dividing you and the jointly acquired property, so they did not care about your feelings. But Leon did.

In principle, he acted more like a father, which is your real father. Did dad forget that he promised to go to your competitions? Don't worry, because Leon will always support you at them.

You have long noticed how your parents began to distance themselves from each other and, to some extent, from you. And the news of their divorce only confirmed your fears and separated you from them even more.

And only Leon was now sitting with you, calming you down, while the parents were fighting in court for their things and dividing the child between themselves.

"Well, do you feel better?" The man asked through his teeth, stroking your back and continuing to hug you as tenderly and lovingly as he could.