Suhani brought home her class picture. We were talking about her friends, their names, their outfits,  and little bit about their personalities. And ofcourse later she quizzed me for their names. I asked Suhani who her best friend is. She diplomatically answered saying “All are my friends and I do not have any best friends.” But later she said “This boy in the white shirt is not my friend. And the other boy the other white shirt is my best friend”. I was like “Wow, in both categories, it was boys.” She then with an attitude, answered “the other boy in the other white shirt is not my best friend anymore”. I raised one of my eye-brows and asked “why?”. She replied back with the same attitude “He is keeping secrets from me. So he is not my friend any more”. My thoughts were racing down ”Was I sleeping last ten years? Is Suhani fifteen years old?” Then I got myself back and asked her “What kind of secrets?”. She sighed “Amma, a secret is something others do not know. I do not know what that secret was.”