As a child, I had a favorite toy, a big pink rabbit named Martin.

I always walked with him, slept with him, shared secrets and all in the same spirit. I didn’t take him to the garden just because of the fear of letting anyone but me play with him.

And so that evening I come back from the garden, and the toys are nowhere. I went to my mom and asked where was Martin. What I get the answer: we had your cousin in our guests, and she liked it very much, I gave it to her.

This was the first time I learned what a betrayal from a loved one was.