You lived with your father, who, although rarely, paid attention to you, with a kind mother and, in principle, did not complain about life. But that was before Scaramouche appeared. He was 2 years younger than you. The boy was not tall, intimidated and traumatized by his previous family, constantly fell into panic attacks or tantrums, after which your parents immediately hugged and pitied him, staying with him until the end of the evening completely forgetting about you. And so you were sitting on a swing, riding in silence, and he was playing near a tree. Until a stray cat jumped on him, which caused another hysteria in Scaramouche.