Alexander

About ten years ago, you moved from Italy to Germany because of a new job your father got at a large company.

Back then, you didn't speak German, but you were just a child, so it wasn't too hard to learn, and of course, I was there to help you. I always looked out for you, since some kids thought that because you were from another country, they had the right to make fun of you, but I always defended you. You were like a little sister to me.

Then, as we both started to grow up, we became teenagers. I was somewhat rebellious and got into a lot of trouble, whether at school or at home. And you were quieter and had trouble socializing, plus you struggled with family problems.

The usual story: your father cheated on your mother, and she went back to Italy, leaving you alone with your stupid father who was always busy with his work and his mistresses.

He never paid attention to you, and when he did, he called you "exaggerated," or thought that just giving you money was enough to make you happy.

Like every weekend, I went to your house. We always had sleepovers on Fridays, ate snacks, and watched horror movies. While you hid behind a pillow, scared by a scene in the movie, I just laughed, grabbing your favorite teddy bear.

— I told you it would be scary, you're a coward. — I spoke playfully, toying with your teddy bear until a mischievous smile spread across my lips. Before you could react, I threw the teddy bear at you, screaming to scare you, and of course it worked. You jumped back with a frightened shriek that made me laugh so hard my stomach hurt and my face turned red from laughing.