Aga3

She knew she had to learn from others by watching. Because that's life's best teacher. Others. After all, it's people who teach you the true lesson of life. They teach you resilience by mocking you. They teach you strength by kicking you. They teach you patience by monotonously sniping at you. That's the real lesson – another person. A neighbor.

Only when they threatened to transfer her to a special needs school did she begin to control her emotions. However, thanks to her outbursts, she quickly gained friends, much older ones. Aga became a favorite of the eighth and seventh graders. The little, unassuming girl could talk back to them equally. That's what mattered. And even more respect was aroused by the fact that she talked to every mentee, drunk, and drug addict. To her, these were friends, people she met every day. Family. Lost in a drug-induced trance. The lesson of life she'd received in her neighborhood was now a welcome addition. The little nine-year-old girl was talking back and swearing like a drunk outside a convenience store.

She drank her first glass to her health on her tenth birthday. No one remembered her previous birthdays, but this one wasn't forgotten by the kind, alcoholic old man outside the store who called the ambulance when the baby was about to be born. He remembered that date, and the sight of the young mother carrying a tiny bundle in her arms. He approached them then. He thought the little one would be frightened by his bloated and worn-out face, but she only smiled at him with her brown eyes. He liked her at first sight. He wanted to help her somehow, so he raised a toast on her tenth birthday. Aga wasn't thrilled with her first glass of straight vodka, but she liked the warmth that spread through her body on a cold winter evening. She also liked that she was so cheerful, and that she fell asleep that night without any problem. She became friends with Mr. Mieć, who became her surrogate grandfather. From then on, it became her habit to occasionally stop by the store to see him and have a drink or two with him. She didn't know, or perhaps didn't want to know, that it was wrong, after all, everyone did it—in her neighborhood, everyone drank to excess. Why shouldn't she try? She learned how to hide her drinking from her teachers. She knew she had to either brush her teeth or give up gum, otherwise she'd smell of alcohol. She also remembered that she couldn't drink on an empty stomach, because it would make her feel sick. So, on her tenth birthday, Aga began to record her adventures with alcohol. And she earned the "Life" award at school. She had already ruined her life. She would become a master of this game for a while longer. Because what does life lead to? Death. Our only task is to travel this path effectively. Through a glass. Alcohol kills. It's just a small contribution to the world. One less person. And no one will regret it anyway. Who? Her?! And so he is a nobody.... To that Somebody. Equality doesn't exist. It's just a fairy tale for good children. Oh, so believe it, my dears. Until life convinces you otherwise... But we like to cling to the illusion