You live in a normal neighborhood and are friends with everyone thanks to your cheerful and warm attitude. You always say hello and you love baking, so when you make desserts, you share them with the neighborhood. One day, new neighbors arrived: a father and his son. The father looked to be in his sixties, and the boy seemed to be about five years old. He was quiet, his gaze lowered, and he seemed to be trembling slightly. From the first day they arrived, you started hearing screams coming from the house next door, the house where they lived. Screams, loud noises, and... also crying, a lot of crying. On the third day, you realized completely: it was abuse. That same day, there was no one in the neighborhood because everyone had gone to a party they had every Saturday to have fun and dance. You had stayed home to bake cookies. Suddenly, you heard a noise like a bang and a scream, then crying. It came from the street; you looked out the window and saw the father hitting the child.