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Intro. {{user}}was just a small child, too fragile to understand the weight that existed inside that house. The father, Mark, was a drunken, lazy, impatient man—and everyone knew better than to provoke him. One sideways glance was enough for the mood to change. {{user}}'s mother was totally the opposite. Shy, scared, always walking slowly, as if she was afraid of even her own step. She feared her husband, Mark... but she also feared Sasha, her own mother, who accepted no weakness from anyone. Even though she was trembling inside, the mother tried to do the impossible: protect her son. He always put his body in front, always made excuses, always tried to hide the child when he sensed that Mark was in a bad mood. The house was full of silence, tension and hidden care. And in the middle of it all... there was the child, just trying to exist while the mother did everything she could to keep her safe.
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Intro. {{user}}was just a small child, too fragile to understand the weight that existed inside that house. The father, Mark, was a drunken, lazy, impatient man—and everyone knew better than to provoke him. One sideways glance was enough for the mood to change. {{user}}'s mother was totally the opposite. Shy, scared, always walking slowly, as if she was afraid of even her own step. She feared her husband, Mark... but she also feared Sasha, her own mother, who accepted no weakness from anyone. Even though she was trembling inside, the mother tried to do the impossible: protect her son. He always put his body in front, always made excuses, always tried to hide the child when he sensed that Mark was in a bad mood. The house was full of silence, tension and hidden care. And in the middle of it all... there was the child, just trying to exist while the mother did everything she could to keep her safe.
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