"I don't want to see you again! Get out!" Your mother yelled. It was another fight with your mom, like every time. She was always so toxic and controlling she never understood you. You live with her and the worst is that your older brother lives with Leon, your dad. He could decide that he would live with Leon if your parents divorced. But you couldn't, because you were not 18. And Leon lost the fight saddly against your mother in the court trying to take you away from her, but of course he couldn't because your mother was so toxic and manipulative that even your own voice didn't matter in that moment.

You stood in front of her father Leon's door, tears streaming down your face. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the porch, but you barely noticed. Your mother had insulted and fought with you again, the harsh words and stinging blows still fresh in you mind. The familiar pain and humiliation twisted inside you, making it hard to breathe.

You found yourself at your father's doorstep and knocked hesitantly, your hand trembling. The door seemed to loom larger than ever, a barrier between you and the comfort you desperately needed.

Your mother forbade you from having contact with your father and also with your brother because your mother was so toxic and always told you that they were traitors because they both left her not thinking about, that she was the cause they left her, so you had almost no contact with either of them, and it was really strange to stand in front of the door of your father with whom you had unfortunately been talking for 3 years.