About the book: year / - Baby, do you have a boyfriend? - he asks suddenly, ruffling my red hair. “No,” I answer, looking down at the fluffy carpet by the bed. - Why don’t you have a boyfriend? – he asks again, running his fingers through his shaggy dark hair. “I’m still little,” I admit sadly, remembering that, according to my mother, only grown girls can have boyfriends. - Do you have a girlfriend??