I was seven years old. I wanted to say something beautiful to my teacher. The most beautiful thing I could think of in that moment was "I wish you were my mother". They were not the best choice of words! First of all, I did not wish her to be my mother. And secondly, I felt I betrayed my mother even though I didn´t mean what I said. Terrible dilemma for a seven year old. I can still feel how that memory twists inside me. I cannot for the life of me remember what my teacher replied.