I came home with an extra pencil and eraser today, he picked me up, my dad, and put a hand on the left cheek and rubbed gently.It’s not good to take other’s thing, give it back tomorrow, he said with a loving smile. He pulled me closer, you shouldn’t do that again, he said and kissed. I was five years old. Who was I to listen to him?I was eating chocolate, looking here and there, hoping no one was watching me. How was the chocolate, he asked when I came home. Colours of happiness on my face replaced with a