Imagine that you are a three-and-a-half-year-old being told to run out of your house, ushered frantically by your parents, amid fierce unrelenting rain. There is a huge pool of water outside your house which you wade across by hanging on to a rope thrown across by neighbours. Imagine too that, ten days later, you continue living at your maternal grandparent's home and you don't even have a change of clothes. You can't access your books and toys. Your father goes out every day and doesn't fetch your 'precious' items. Your mother and grandmother seem to be silently crying all through the day. And now your father starts telling you that he's building a new home and you may have to stay here, like this, for a while till it's ready.