A red dress From an early age, I was educated in a very strict atmosphere. Everything that surrounded me was thoroughly calculated to guide me through a straight way. All my teachers, my lessons, my homework, my clothes and even my feelings and thoughts were scheduled by my parents. Maybe other kids could take the liberty of dreaming their lives away, but not me because I belong to a very important family with a good reputation. The moral code was the most important matter and my brothers and sisters knew it too. Any inappropriate behaviour was severely punished. There not was place to laughing or simply smiling. Life is a serious business and, of course, you can think that my parents were very hard shell persons, but after all of these years, I am entirely convinced that they were right. At least my mother. God knows that I tried to be as my father. He was a mirror to me, but everything changed when, one night, my dad opened the door and came in, wearing a red dress.