Saturd I went across the street from the house where the boy I saw looking out the window lived.
Turns out, there were four children—not three. The youngest one is a boy and is ill and that very boy became my friend.
When he saw me as he was looking at the window, his eyes shone brightly and a sweet smile was seen across his face,
His name was Mark Louise. Due to his sickness, he was kept inside his room and remain as a mystery until now, he had no friends and he can't go out until the doctor said so.
He immediately flew a paper airplane towards me to spark a conversation and to get to know each other.
"How are yoo?(◍•ᴗ•◍)"
His writing was neat, yet I can't help but chuckle for he spelled a simple word wrong but I didn't correct him for that.
I write something as a reply but when I throw it towards his window, the paper airplane immediately falls.
He was sad for that but he makes another one but as he was about to throw it to me, his older sister came to his room and saw what was going on.
I could see that they were talking but I couldn't hear a single word they were talking about.
After a long talk, his sister disappeared for a moment then went back holding cups and a string—wait no... It's a handmade telephone, or a tin can telephone if anyone calls it.
The young girl gave it to Mark Louis and after that, he throws the other side towards me and I quickly catch it.
Seeing that I had received it, he started to talk to the other side as I put the tin close to my ear,
"Uhm... Can you hear me?"
His voice is soft yet boyish. He also had this foreign accent coming out from his mouth. A french accent, maybe.
I wanted to answer back but I couldn't think of anything to say so I just nodded while looking at each other.
He smiles again in glee after seeing that this kind of communication could work between the both of us despite not being able to be closer to each other.
"I'm sorry that I made out first meeting awkward... I just don't want you to get sick like me."
The boy said with a hint of sadness on his voice.
I was shocked for he was apologising over a small thing and quickly denied it.
"It's alright...! You don't have to apologize to me though... It's nothing... Besides, once you get better, we might be able to get to know each other more!"
Mark Louis was glad to hear my words and continued to talk and answer questions about me like what is my favourite cartoon show and such.
We continued talking for a long time that I didn't noticed that the sky now carries the colour pink and orange, creating a beautiful evening.
I know it was time for me to leave and go home but I don't want to end this moment for an unknown reason...
Even so, my uncle might get furious about me going home late and punish me again so I put an end to our long conversation.
"It was nice meeting you but... I need to go home now... Uncle would kill me if I didn't."
The young boy, hearing how sad my voice is couldn't help but beg for me to stay but he knows that if I do—I might get into trouble.
We both say bye and I walk away while he pulled the other side of the tin can phone back to his room—hoping that we might still use it for a long time and won't end the friendship that quickly.
I turned around one last time and saw how Mark Louise stared at me as I was walking away, unable to do anything to stop me before he slowly closes his window shut.
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As I got home, I saw how drunk my uncle is that he was sleeping on the couch while the television is open, showing a football match that he loves to watch all day.
I rolled my eyes at him and quitely walk upstairs to my room.
He makes me angry so much that I can't even explain it if I need to.
I walk inside my room and shuts the door. It was quite except that I can hear the faint sound of the television downstairs still going.
It was making me really annoyed but I can't do anything but just be quiet.
...
"It wouldn't be like this if they didn't die because of me..."