I grew up in a family with only a father, and I had a very lovely, kind childhood friend who was very close to me. She would even wake me up every morning when I overslept! But one day, the girl of my childhood friend - my father exploded in the rough uniform underwear that was shot and ran away! She hugged her chest and said: 'It would be very serious if my son found out!' My childhood friend, who was threatened every day and whom her father assaulted in front of me while I was sleeping! I wanted to help my favorite childhood friend! But I was scared...
