In the wave of posts I will also write about my betrayal. It happened 20 years ago and lasted a long time. I was never caught, although I did it regularly. I went out of the house, told my grandmother who lived with me that I was going for a walk, and I went to my grandmother on the father's line, who lived in a couple of houses from there (the grandmothers didn't get along with me for reasons unknown to me). And with my grandmother on my father’s line, I ate cakes because they were more delicious, and then I went back and said I wasn’t hungry. My deception has never been revealed and I have lived with this heavy burden on my shoulder for 20 years.