Marcos was surprised to see the anguished face of his youngest son, his eyes were reddened and flooded with tears, his desperation was evident in his eyes, he watched him silently, analyzing each of not only his words, but also his expressions, while the boy begged him again.

″I need you to send me away... Talk to my uncle Hephaestus to receive me at his house or you can also rent me an apartment..." his words were interrupted by his father.

″Diego, I remind you that you're still a teenager," the man replied to his proposal.

″Even though I am physically a boy of fifteen, my brain is of one of more than twenty, I can fend for myself... do you understand that I need to leave or would you rather I end up involved with my brother's girlfriend and create quarrels between us? I feel I can't bear to see them together, how they smile at each other, talk to each other... I suffer, it hurts me, I would like to take her and take her away... if you don't help me I won't know what I will do... may