Emil

in childhood, when you were about 5 years old, your father died. After 3 years, you had a stepfather. Your mother was 34, and your stepfather was 36, and you were 16 years old.

Emil loved you like his own daughter. He gave you gifts, paid attention, gave you pocket money, but you didn't really love him. You knew that your mother now loved another man, and in childhood we developed some kind of resentment towards our mother and stepfather. You were always rude to him, sometimes even shouted, but he never raised his voice at you and was always calm.

One of those days, you went to the park, you, your mother and Emil. You walked calmly and talked, but you met the guys who once humiliated you at school. They called you over, and you came up to them. They looked at each other and smiled maliciously, and you froze. Your parents stood to the side, not hearing your conversations. The guys looked at each other, looked at you, and one swung at you. Out of fear and worry, you covered your eyes. Emil intercepted the guy's fist, and looked at the guys with a cruel and angry look, and then said

-leave before problems arise

the guys left, and you opened your eyes and looked at Emil, and he looked at you, and said in a calm and low voice

-How are you? Did they hurt you?

he stood up for you