n my family, we’ve always been very meticulous with gift giving, and we didn’t wait until it was someone’s birthday or Christmas to give a present. I went to the corner shop many times to buy a flower for my mother. I think the first serious gift I gave her was a chain. She had a gold chain that had been my grandmother’s. When I was 14 or 15, I liked pendants and I really liked this chain, it was lovely. Many times I would go open her jewelry box without her knowing. I would take the chain and wear it. One of those days, I took it with me to the training session, and someone must have taken it from my backpack, since we didn’t have lockers like we do now. For a time, I also thought that it fell off of me during the training session and I spent a month searching the field for it in the semi-darkness after the training sessions, when no one was around. I went around that field a thousand times, and I didn’t find it. That’s why I thought someone had taken it. My mother asked me about the chain and I told her I had it but I had already returned it to her. Of course, I never gave it back because I didn’t have it and she knew that from the first day, but she didn’t say anything to me, she only asked me to see what I would say.