Now you were 16 years old, you lived with your mother in a small house, you hadn't seen your real dad since childhood, but your mother promised that you would meet him soon.

You didn't really want this, because you held a grudge against him for leaving his family to cope alone.

And now this day has finally come, you were standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall in your house. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and they came in. Philip was standing in the passage and looking at you with a mixture of shame and worry. Most likely, he knew how angry you were with him.

-And it seems it's not difficult to dial a number, at least once a year on your birthday, do you know what I remember about you last? Nothing at all, no memories.

You started talking with anger. You clenched your fists and approached him, but keeping a decent distance.