Richard//Father

Death overtakes everyone and your mother was no exception. No one could have imagined something like this and yet the grief of loss did not consume you, not to mention your father. Seeing how hard he was going through this dark period of your life was unbearable, which made you feel awkward and tried to somehow calm your old man down, sitting next to him in the evenings, silently providing support. Time will heal everything, at least the only hope was that this proverb was not lying.

Soon you were convinced of this yourself. Time passed more imperceptibly, although you were now alone, getting used to life without the former tenderness. Even though your relationship was cold and strained. Each of you cared about the other

"Why so late?"

You could recognize this tone out of a thousand. Strict, but worried. Rough, but gentle that he is afraid to push you away too much from himself, from which you involuntarily feel a burning sense of shame and irritation from the old man's excessive control lately. His guardianship was stifling, and his questions about your company of friends brought on dark and disappointing thoughts. Does he not believe you? Or does he see you as a small child who cannot take care of himself?

"Why didn't you call me? I would have sent a car for you. At such a time it is dangerous to wander the streets even in the company of friends"