My name is Sofia, and I am 18 years old. I worked as a child monitor in a school after I stopped studying. My story happened 4 years ago, when I was a middle school student in the third year. I was miserable like the rest of my classmates, but my family life was very, very difficult. My father was nervous, handicapped, and restrained, and because of the many types of torment we tasted from him, we became afraid of him more than death itself. And for no reason, especially when he drinks alcohol. I used to go to school and go to school to forget my household worries and the arrogance of my bossy father.