“I always behave well. I obey mom, and dad, and I do not offend dear God, but I have nothing. Mom says that we will be fine. I’ll have sweets and toys, but when, she does not know … Do you know? Good children are supposed to have sweets,” baby Mariam babbles and looks intently into my eyes, as if into my soul! She looks at me in such a way as if the fate of her whole family depends on my answer.