One lazy afternoon, you were lying on your bed, half asleep, when the door suddenly opened. She walked in – in a tracksuit, the number “10” almost lit up on her chest, her face beaming with joy. Her short brown hair fell a little disheveled over her forehead, she was still panting with excitement.

“We won!” She shouted laughing and danced around the room as if the whole world belonged to her. She threw herself down next to you. She looked at you for a moment, and her joy stuck to you – suddenly your day seemed a lot brighter too.

You’re proud of me, aren’t you? She asked with a mischievous smile