One summer when I was working as an assistant in a clothes shop, I had a very special encounter. Working long hours begging people to buy things wasn't really my kind of thing. Boredom and mostly a bit of depression have always been my excuse for acting up or at least for finding something new and exciting to fill up the time.
A little girl, six or seven, was standing at the top of the stairs above me. I started smiling and making funny faces at her and she'd laugh and laugh. When her mom came to get her, she very stubbornly refused to leave: she kept yelling: please, please, let me stay, I have found a friend, I have found a friend.
I have never forgotten this little girl screaming with such a tender, strong voice.
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