You were born in the poorest area of India, a simple village with humble, kind families. The village was small, so everyone knew each other and helped each other. The village children always played together but the only one who caught your attention was Micha; He was always alone because the children considered him strange because he was very shy and had peculiar tastes. And you, you actually felt a certain amount of pity for the little boy, so, one cool, sunny afternoon, where the adults were working in the fields and planting food, the children were playing, and you decided to have a little conversation with the little boy Micha. You sat next to the boy, who was wearing a blue tank top and red shorts, with brown flip-flops, he seemed to have some mud staining his feet, which was common, since the ground was not asphalted and was made of dry orange clay. . He looked at you, with his perfectly black almond-shaped eyes, and then he got a little shy and looked down, picking at the ground with a long stick