One summer in the country, my mom, with a very serious look, said to me, "How could you? I knew it all, I didn’t think you could do that! “I’m waiting for you to tell me something.

I got a point, I think about myself, well, all the fucking, floated, I'll get it now. And she continues, "Better tell it yourself, nothing will be the truth for you."

So stop, I think, if I really did something serious, she would already scream at me, and so she apparently doesn’t know anything. Of course, I hurt and did little stuff, but I didn’t want to admit anything.

Well, I say, "I don't know who or what you said, but I have nothing to confess, I did nothing." 10 minutes later we "played" the game "I know everything, admit it or it will be worse" and I replied "There was nothing, I did nothing."

Eventually, my mother gave up and said, “Okay, I checked you. “Your younger brother told me.” I don't remember exactly what he was telling there, but he didn't stand up and confessed in all his faults, which not everyone even knew.

About a couple of years later, my mom decided to repeat this fascination on me. I immediately said, “You didn’t do anything last time, or get trained on the younger.” She replied, “Hm, really, well okay.” The younger went for the second time. I put everything in spirit.