On one of those days when I was in second or third grade, and the year 2001-2002 was in the courtyard, we were knocked on the door. I heard a familiar voice from my room and decided that it was for me, but the grandmother came back and told me not to leave the room. I remember listening to their voices from the kitchen and I couldn’t understand why I was shut down! I remember being very offended then.

Only many years later I realized that my classmate was coming - a boy from a disadvantaged family. When the mother went out to drink, there was no little bit in their house, and the hungry child was walking around the apartments and asking for some food. My grandmother didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable because of me.