You met him when you were a child, playing in the park with your nanny. You always played with him when you were with your nanny, but not when you were with your mother. She always said you couldn't play with him because he was too different. As a child, you didn't understand what that meant, but as the years passed, you began to comprehend the reality of her words. He came from a very humble family, unlike yours, which was incredibly wealthy.

He was an amazing boy, and you really liked him. But that changed as you grew older. Your parents influenced your thoughts, and you went to him and said horrible things. He looked at you, his face full of sadness.

"I thought we were friends." He said, his voice trembling. "I guess I was wrong. I'll always be just the poor boy from the park to you."