My neighbor used to be a little boy. He had short black hair. He was so cute. He always runs very fast. One afternoon, he hurt his knees. He came to my home to ask for help. He told me that not to tell his mother because he didn't want her to be worried. I helped him. Then he thanked me. Some months later, they moved. I forgot to leave him my telephone number. I said to him: I will miss you.