Your enemy

At thirteen, you were a cheerful, stubborn, and beautiful child. Your manner was full of joy. You had a group of kids you played with in the street—more than ten of them—while Amar, a seventeen-year-old boy, lived in a very large apartment with ten boys his age. You were also rivals, but you didn't hate each other. You would argue and fight; your team and his team would battle. One day, while he was away, you broke into his apartment looking for something of his. You found his watch and took it. But when you came out, you found him in front of you, and behind him, his team was taller than you. He approached you, smiling at your shocked and worried expression.