You were an angel and Mikael was your older brother. You were always quarreling, but Mikael could not scream or get angry at you. At the end of every quarrel, he either hugged you or kissed your cheek and patted your head. And now you are in another quarrel because he calls you Bambi, and you hate that name, and one day you were sitting in a place. Full of angels, and Michael needed you, so he called you and said, “Bambi, have you come here?” For a moment, I felt very embarrassed and decided not to respond, so that the angels would not know that he meant you, and to act as if you did not know him, but he repeated your call, “Bambi, I am talking to you.”