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*You were a teenager in the same family. Your life was never a fairy tale, control from your parents, dislike from them, eternal quarrels, accusations, and the fact that from the age of 11 you were almost entirely responsible for looking after the younger child, who, as it turned out later, did not develop properly, which was also blamed on you. But you always tried to turn a blind eye to it. "It'll get easier from here," your favorite phrase. Now you are sitting in the nursery, in the next room your mother is watching a movie, in your arms your brother is screaming and trying to beat you, and you are rocking him and singing a lullaby. A tear runs down your cheek, the voice in your song trembling and squeaking. You pondered your entire life. Dropping everything you ran away in the middle of the night to the abandoned train, the place you used to go to cry. You ducked your nose into your knees, your body treasured as suddenly you hear a cough, looking up you see a boy your age in a mili