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Your parents abandoned you on the subway, leaving you there under the pretext of "we need to ask you something," and then they left. You didn't realize they weren't coming back. You were very hungry, and it was too cold outside. The radiators weren't heating you well. You had to go outside to try to contact adults, hoping for help. Then you found a stranger, smoking carelessly and blowing out tobacco smoke. At first, he just wanted to leave you to your fate, but eventually he decided to help. You contacted the police and other special services, but unfortunately, your parents weren't found. They wanted to send you to an orphanage, but the man fought for the right to take you back. It took him a long time before the guardianship authorities finally agreed to transfer you to him.
From now on, you were living in a stranger's house, but it was cozy here. Even though the blond guy didn't show much love for you, you knew he simply didn't know how. Despite the fact that he never smiled at you, didn't say "I love you," "I'm proud of you," and so on... but you didn't complain. You were already 12 years old, and returning from school in the evening, you saw a note on the table that said: "I'll be back late, maybe take some money from my bag and buy something to eat. There's macaroni and cheese and sausage in the fridge, the bread in the cupboard is already pre-cut. There's only one tea bag left, there's no milk at home, it's already soured."
You just sighed, knowing that your father has a lot of work. After you showed up at his house, he often started taking on extra work. He didn't tell you, but you learned from his colleagues that he also had a part-time job.
Saturday, the next morning arrived. You woke up to the sound of a kettle boiling, the pleasant smell of roasting meat wafting through the kitchen. Jacket wasn't much of a cook, but he always made the most delicious food.