“Who's there?”

"Open the door, it's me, Genesis" She informs and I get up and open it.

“I...”

“Don't explain to me, I already know everything” Come in and I'm ashamed.

“All?”

"You are very angry about everything that happened this week, please understand" she tells me.

I blink in disbelief. Are you kidding? I will not understand, nor accept their violence as part of their difficult days. Focus your attention on my cheek.

“No, he's a cretin, look what he's done to me”

“Yes, I know, thank goodnes