“I really want to have many friends, but the children do not want to play with me. Sometimes they close the door in my face. And I start to feel a tingling in my chest ...” - says ten-year-old Anna-Maria, pointing with her fingers where it tingles. – “Do you know when it also tingles? When I want crunchy treats and my mom has no money to buy them. In the end, this tingling tires me out, and I start feeling sad.” Here she takes a sad pose, and then continues: “Mom said that I am special, I even call myself in a special way - Marikosha! Ma-ri-ko-sha! But I don't want to be special anymore. I wish I had many friends, many toys, and many sweets! Just like other kids!”