It wassmall, and it was a mess, but right away, I was hit by a comforting snugfeeling. This felt like my safe space.Bar the bathroom, I could see ever...thing in the single room apartmentfrom where I stood. Most of the furniture came with the place, and thenicest pieces were from Ikea. Candles peppered the place. There was arusting frying pan and a couple of tea cups in the sink, a throw and someDVDs littered the area by the TV, and the bed was against the corner ofthe room, unmade. I spent most. "THE FUCK? MEN DON'T HAVE SLUMBER PARTIES," came his response. "No no, da-" FINE JUST GO!"There was no point in explaining anything to my father, he was just to narrow minded. I went up stairs to clean up and pack my things.A half hour later I was riding my bike to Hannah's. She only lived about a mile from my place, and before long I arrived. Hannah's father was a lawyer, and could afford a very large house for his family, one I was impressed by every time I saw it. Today however, something. Later I left my mom to her office and returned to wait for my heroine to come. She came home and started to do her daily works. She asked me, “College ge hogilla?” ( Didn’t go to college?) I replied, “College band ada ivattu.”( College is off today.) I could see a spark in her eyes. But her hesitation dominated her. As soon as she was near the kitchen sink, I went behind her.Slowly and steadily I touched her waist. She was pushing my hand back. But still, I continued doing it. All of a sudden I. ”In the shop, They say men don’t listen to women, He points to some cereal packets, “do you need something for breakfast” without thinking I said “no” then he saw some fig roll biscuits “I like those “ I said if he liked those, I would make him some date slices, again I didn’t listen. “My favourite crisps” I looked back at him “well get them “I said, and of course he did. When we got to the till he handed me some money, I did not want him to give me the money. I was going to pay by credit card.