My father was right. We usually had a lot of visitors: my mother's family and friends, our friends, my father's family. friends end business colleagues. There was always someone in the house. Now the house was empty. Nobody came to visit. Nobody came for dinner or for coffee. I spoke to my friends on the phone, but, strangely, they were always busy. Amira and Ibrahim said the same. Luckily it was the summer. There was no school for my youngest brother. We were happy about that. We didn't want him to hear bad things about his father from the other children. But Mohammed wasn't happy. He was bored. He didn't have anyone lo play with. He stayed in his bedroom and played on his computer. He only left his room to eat and to tell us that he was bored.