When I was 5, I remember asking my parents for a dog. Or a cat. In general, something lively and furry that you can have fun playing with. The parents refused and then asked, “Do you want a monkey?”



This is not a dog, and I knew little about monkeys, but the offer still thrilled me.



I: The real one?

R : Of course!

I: And she will live at our house without a cage and can play with her?

R is yes!



Then came my brother.