I met my old friend, Nicole, when I lived with my aunt in Chimbote. It was the first day of school at Gastón Vidal and I talked to her during the break. She listened to me because my parents were separated and I listened to her too. She wore a simple school uniform with a skirt and a white blouse. and we shared sandwiches and juice at recess. We didn’t have phones, so we wrote notes on paper and played outside. I enjoyed being with her because she was like a sister to me.