Every summer I went to my grandmother. We lived in the city ourselves. And the next summer my grandmother came up with what to do with me while she was at work and sent me to the playground to school. The type of summer camp, but without residence - from 10 am to 5 pm. Once in the dining room, they gave apples for lunch, but not whole, but half. I was upset because there were always whole apples in the city. That was what I said to my aunt who gave them. She passed through her teeth something like, “Here and go to your city.”

This affected me. I was sure that my aunt was wrong. The best thing my child’s brain has invented then is to talk to the school director (or suddenly she doesn’t know about this mess). And most surprisingly, it worked! On the same day, we were given half an entire apple, and on the other days we were given only an entire apple. You would see my aunt looking at me.

This is how the 8-year-old won a small victory over injustice.



P.S I have never loved apples.