Once upon a time, in a mountainous land of Slovakia, there lived two orphans.

Well, I'm 24.

I think I qualify more as a guy without parents, rather than a classic orphan.

But if you were of some Ash and Tomco's cheeks, he would definitely give off an Oliver

twist vibe.

Regardless of classification, my parents died in a fire last summer.

Luckily, to use the term very loosely, while our parents burnt, with all of the families

earthly possessions, Tomco was out in a summer camp learning about wood carving and

reading maps.

One moment, I was living the exciting life of a bartender and Prague, a city where even

budgeting for one person is a hassle, and the next, I was Tomco's legal guardian.

I moved back to the town where our charred home made a neighbourhood depressing, plunged

my savings into a deposit and first month rent, and started the exciting life of being

his single dad.

Tomco was 14, pushing on 15.

I could handle four years of acting like an adult, right?

Wrong.

The first two months broke me.

Happiness and stability were never really prominent in my deck, but finding out about my parents

burned the entire set of cards.

I was meant to take care of Tomco, be the adult in his life, but really, it was the other

way around.

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