I always remember my teacher from kindergarten, although I am 30. She was young, very beautiful, kind. I felt special feelings. Maybe I guessed that everything was not smooth in the family, and the child did not get enough love. It was called “cat”. A week ago I stood at a stop and saw a woman next to me. She is so similar to her! My memories come up, I stand, I watch her, I smile like an idiot. She noticed, looking at me for a long time. I think Pepe. She thinks I’m a cookie. And suddenly, “Cat, are you?”