If you ask my dear mother what my first words in this world where, she will sigh, shake her head and say: “Why?”

As soon as someone told me that I shouldn't touch the hot stove plate, shouldn’t stand too close to a ledge or insert my hands into a cage with large angry birds, I asked the same question.

When a teacher told me something, as soon as any type of authority conveyed a message or whenever a police officer asked me to pull over or to stop in the middle of walking on the sidewalk, comes the same question.

If you ask my dear mother who taught me the word, she will laugh and beat her chest and say: “Me, of course.”