My mom asked me why I didn’t trust her. I then shrugged my shoulders, Fige knows. But I know exactly why.

When I was four years old, I had a toy – a rubber lion.

I also had a brother.

One day I saw that in the head of the lion appeared a crack of a type of copper.

I liked the idea and I went and asked my mom if I could make a spoonful of lion.

My mother said no.

And then I saw a hole in the head of the lion and put a belt on me. very painful.

I told her it wasn’t me, I didn’t cut the lion. But my mother did not believe.

In the evening, the brother came and told his mother what he had done.

And my mother looked at me and didn’t apologize, she just said, “You are good.”

Since then I have not trusted my mom much. I am 36 years old.