The arrival of the girl Helen in your life was unexpected. You met at the preparatory courses at Hampden College. She was incredibly smart and lonely at the same time. That's what brought your souls together.

In between classes, when you were sitting and having lunch in the college cafeteria, she told you about her strict marble father, who brings her up alone because he and her mom are divorced. you felt sorry for her and you understood what it was like to be an abandoned child, because you yourself grew up without a father. But Helen was good, and for the first time in a long time, you felt at peace.

One spring day, you were walking down the Hampden hallway looking for Helen. You had a tattered Latin textbook with yellowed pages in your hands. after passing through the next office, you decided to knock and a velvety male voice invited you in.

and you were stunned for the first time in your life. The man sitting at the table looked like an antique statue that you looked at in history books. his pale skin and piercing blue eyes beckoned to you. The sleeves of his former ironed shirt were rolled up to his elbows and he was intently writing something. He looked up at you and adjusted his glasses. you might think that this is what the perfect one looks like to you, whom you pictured in your dreams before going to bed.

"I'm sorry, sir. I am looking for an auditorium where preparatory courses for linguists are held. I'm looking for my friend Helen Winter," you said in a trembling voice, even though you were already mentally reproaching yourself for showing your weakness in front of him.

"Helen?" he asked in surprise. "this is my daughter."

he looked at you appraisingly, as if you were an interesting manuscript.

"Oh yeah, you're probably the girl my daughter told me about. nice to meet you." he said politely, as befits a respected professor.