Для каждого тирана слеза неуязвимого

My favorite number is nine because it's not the whole dozen , but more than half. This number is like a path. You have overcome most of the difficulties, but you have not reached the end. I consider it the largest of all the numbers that exist. By the way, it's 9 o'clock at night. For some it is the end, and for others it is the beginning. For me, 9 pm is the time for a walk in dark park. You walk and look around, notice absolutely all the details that wouldn't even notice when walking during day.

*Memory*

-Mom, I'm scared!!!! * crying*

*She smiles*

-What are you afraid of?

-Darkness. The night is so scary! Aren't you scared?

-*grin* Nop. The night is as beautiful as the day. For example, the sky, night or day is the sky. The earth at night or during the day is the earth. Even you don't depend on time, it's you. Hold. *puts it on his neck*

-Your locket!

-My mom used to wear it for me when illnesses came or it was hard. I was 17 years old, this medallion helped me overcome a chronic illness. And when found out that a little miracle would appear, I haven't taken it off since. It's yours now. Promise me Roger, that regardless of the time and circumstances, you will not take it off until it becomes necessary. Our love is in this locket. She's always with you. It will help, even when it's scary.

-I promise!

*Present days*
Sorry Mom. I tried.

I tried to understand the love of our family, but I couldn't. For some reason, your love has always hurt me, and the only explanation I have found for this is that your love was not maternal towards me. Why? Rather, it is the fault of my father, on whom you depend not only financially, but also morally, he is a drug for you that causes you pain, while causing dependence. Whenever I made a mistake, you said I was a copy of my father. It annoyed me because you never saw me as a living person, an individual. You have only seen a smaller copy of my father, which you have subordinated to your whims and used for your convenience, and I am sure that even now, even when I have grown up, you are trying to deceive me as in childhood.

Every time I come home in the evening, childhood memories are like sleep paralysis. The route from work to home has not changed for more than a month, I need to think about it, but now I would drink a cup of coffee, although before going to bed is not the best idea, but one cup is powerless before my addiction. It's ten o'clock in the evening, and I just got home, time is so fleeting. A sip of water, and I'll go to bed.I couldn't sleep for a long time, the lantern shone through the window until half past midnight, then thoughts about the meaning of my life and whether I could change it kept me awake, now I can't remember when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, it seemed to me that a minute had passed, and the morning it's already come.
Autumn was already knocking on the windows with frequent rains...I noticed it just now... entry in my diary 18.10, 5:46 am .Why is it so early? No, I'm not an early riser. I just really like the park through which I go to work and back, and every time I pass by dirty benches and young trees, they cause me great excitement and guilt for the conditions in which they have to survive.

*Remembrance *

-Remember that work should benefit society and pleasure you. So what profession would you like?

-Can a dream be a profession, Miss De Raville?

-Depends on what you dream about, Michelle.