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Switzerland 
When my lovely son Tristan was 6 years old, his father, Tyrone, went to buy cigarettes and never came back. As you can imagine, this traumatized my poor boy to the point that he always had difficulties in socializing with the other classmates.
To compensate him from his absent father, I always tried to give him everything he wanted and that my state benefits could pay.
He started watching those asian cartoons and, for his 11th birthday, he asked me for a long pillow with a character of his liking printed on it. When it arrived home and I saw the picture on it, I felt it was a little bit innapropriate as she was wearing a bikini and had a proeminent bust and bottom.
Anyways, I thought it was normal, boys being boys, and gave me a sense of hope that he could soon find a girlfriend among his middle school colleagues, which never happened...