Mama showed the magazine to me in the car. Then we walked into the house, but suddenly I remembered: my magazine! Mama hadn't thrown it away, had she? 'Mama!!! My pictures!!'I cried. and the tears were in my eyes. 'Calm, calm, Ces', mama says. 'Here it is'. I dry my tears and happily read the magazine.
After a while I tell mama: 'and then I cried a little bit.'. I am quite aware of what I do!