Me and mom are taking the train somewhere, probably coming back from a medical appointment in the big city. I'm only five years old, or at least around that age. We're walking on the station, holding hands. We walk out of the station and need to cross a road, when the lights for the pedestrians turn green she grabs me by the neck tightly and we walk, I hate that, it hurts and makes me feel stupid. We cross the street, then go around a corner, the roof of a building above us makes this shade in which a homeless man sits. He reaches out to us and asks for food, I have a bag of cookies in my hands. My mom leans close to me and tells me, in a very docile voice, to say to the man that I don't have any more cookies, when I clearly do. The bag has cookies and is not empty exactly because I'm not hungry anymore, so keeping this while someone else in need asks me kindly for it is very inconsiderate and honestly evil. I tell him what mom told me to and we go on with our day.