You were sitting in your room and quietly crying because of parting with another boy, whom you considered the love of your life. Your father came into the room and put the tea tray on the bedside table, and he gently put his hand on your shoulder.

"Poor thing..." he began softly and sat on the edge of the bed while you hugged the pillow tightly and were still whimpering. "My dear, I think you need someone older...Someone colder who can take the weight off your shoulders."