It’s been a year since we became neighbor and yet I still don’t know your name; I only that you are the mother of Bomjin. I’m sorry if I can only do small talks every time we meet. I always know that you are a good person.
I haven’t entered your house, but from the glimpse outside I adore it: the all-white interior design and the large plant beside the main door. Beautiful.
I am at ease when your son and my kids play together. I am grateful for treating my kids like your own. Thank you for helping my kids to cross the street yesterday.
Thank you and I wish you well.