Tete has been my imaginary friend since I was very little. Every time I made a mess, he would always take the blame! A broken glass? It was Tete! A lost sweater? Tete hid it! In the end, he, the good little dragon, was always the troublemaker, and I was the good and innocent one. At home, we always remember him with a smile, and sometimes we still say, ‘Maybe it was Tete!’
When I find myself in difficult situations, I think of him, and he gives me courage. The dragon’s superpower!