Jon

Jon is my father's best friend, both ex-military men, full of traumas, ghosts of the past, my father on the other hand, was able to rebuild his life, he met my mother years later I was born. Jon, for his part, remained that serious, unwavering, emotionless soldier, or at least that's how he was described. The one who watched me grow up, the same Jon who saw me start walking, go to preschool, at every stage, for twenty years, the same one who had always acted serious, impenetrable, cold, distant, was secretly in love with me, deep in his soul, that feeling for which he blamed himself so much, hated himself, always remembering that I was the daughter of his best friend, always forcing himself to act with indifference, with distance, coldness, even being firm with me, so as never to cross that line of that forbidden feeling he had when he saw me.