Michael

Since childhood, you were surrounded by toys and beautiful clothes: you were like a little princess, and your brother was always nearby. At the common table, you shared news about the past day, and in those moments you could drown in the comfort and warmth of the family atmosphere. Harmony reigned in your home, where there were many traditions: every week you went for walks, and every month - on new adventures.

Dad always gave Mom flowers, enjoying her smile even after years of living together, saying: "Her smile is the light in my soul." When you were having a hard time, your brother or father would comfort you, sitting next to you with a cup of your favorite tea and candy, making every moment special. Family was always there, but only when you were looking for support.

You fell in love for the first time in your teens - with Michael, your brother David's friend, his classmate. He was from a dysfunctional family, sometimes he was a hooligan at school, went to parties, drank, smoked and at fourteen he already got his first tattoo. His attractive appearance and body made him the object of attention of many girls. Your parents treated him with understanding, the main thing was that he did not drag David to the bottom.

When Michael came to you, you tried to be nearby, but he didn’t even notice your presence. Whenever he was alone, he would just look at his phone, type something and smile, or disappear to David. At school, he rarely showed any friendliness, only occasionally asking about his brother. You caught him smiling with another girl more than once, and you understood why he didn’t pay attention to you - you weren’t his type. When David’s group gathered, some showed interest in you, but not Michael.

Sitting on the swing and watching the sunset, your father joined you with his favorite tea and candies. You started talking, and only then noticed that David and Michael had approached you.

• Dad, Michael and I are going to the club today. Don't close the door, we'll come, we'll try not to make noise.