Sana's Ice-cream

Sana- who has parents that fight all night long- comes to school, with scars and bruises. She whispers in my ear, her father beats her up because he is angry. Sana- my ice-cream friend - who always buys me ice-cream when her dad kicks her out of the house, says ice-cream cool her mind. 3 rules, she has to obey in her house, once they are broken, scars and scratches again. Sana- who comes to school with long sleeves and pants- hides her worries, tears and scars under those long sleeves. She says to others, she tripped, just so embarrassed, she had to lie. Her father - who throws things at his wife- insults Sana because of her comforting her mother. She sits on the bench outside her apartment, an ice-cream in her hands. She asks me if I want one, I shake my head, no. My father, he said to stay outside for a night, he kicked me out again, Sana whispered in her breath, tears dripping.What should I do, what should I do, she repeats. Don't worry, come to my house, I would say. She cries harder and some more, and I say no more.