Just like when you ate the whole cake that our teacher prepared for the whole class. We were best friends.
How could you? How could you say I did it?
Nobody believed me. Everyone was looking forward to the fact that the daughter of a rich family would be ashamed. Little chubby Gina finally had a problem at school. The director was happy to punish the rich man's daughter and called me a thief.
Mom couldn't handle the shame. Her husband was dying and her daughter had disgraced her. She swore that if my father died she would punish me "He spoiled you, so after his death I will raise you.", she said he died of shame and not of disease. She starved me for years until she finally destroyed my internal organs and today I can't eat normal food at all. Even after her death, I have to go on hunger strike, forever.
And all because of you, because you ate the cake we were jointly responsible for. Later I understood that you can't help yourself, just like now. I am not angry anymore, on the contrary, I will make sure that you taste and eat everything that I, a child from the delicatessen factory, could not eat over the years.