 Like, I used even to ask my mom, when are we going back to our place? Like, why are we in Kampala? Why are we here? Like, I don't have friends. I don't have anything. And she used to ignore trying to play it cool until one day she took me back to the area and said this was where I used to stay. I know you don't remember, but this is where I used to stay. But we left due to floods.