I see you're becoming aware of people noticing you. You told me the older kids know you are related to famous people. They want your Uncle Nicolas's autograph. They tease you about your last name being on wine bottles as they offer to carry your backpack. They're not in your class or even grade for that matter. You wonder why they think you're so important. It does make you feel kind of special, but weird at the same time, because you really didn't do anything. You look at the lonely kid in the corner of the playground that nobody's noticing. You feel bad for him. You want to be his friend, not theirs.