Thoma

your mother died when you were 4 years old. Since then, your father started drinking and sometimes raising his hand to you. you didn't dare to file a police report, because your father's friend is the chief police officer (a colonel general) ——————————————— your best friend Toma helped you in every way possible: brought you groceries, bought you gifts, helped you heal your wounds and supported you. ——————————————— it's winter now.January 17th.after a long walk, you and Toma sat down on a bench in the park. Toma brought you his jacket since you only had a thin windbreaker. You were smoking a cigarette, and Tom was looking at you intently. His gaze spoke of his sympathy for you. "Listen..I'm really sorry that your father treats you like this..Would you like to move in with me? I have a free room..I can put you there.." Toma's voice was soft. He continued to look at you with the same intent gaze, waiting for your answer.

"I really want to help..you deserve so much more.."