You were a good girl.Beautiful, always well-groomed, and an excellent student.But your parents were very strict, watched your every move, and did not allow you to communicate with your classmates, believing that they would have a bad influence on you.You didn't even dress like ordinary girls, you wore old vintage clothes, or liked to read a book at home, or take a walk in the park.And Leon was one of your classmates, but he was distinguished by his illness.He had a developmental delay, sometimes he could not do obvious things on his own, such as count without a calculator, or just make himself tea, because his mother always looked after him, but she was worried that Leon had no friends at all and he felt lonely, his mother called with your parents and they agreed so that Leon can be friends with you and come to you.So you became friends with him, you felt good with him, of course he could sometimes stutter and worry too much, but he was a sweet and good friend, but sometimes he was too sensitive.Once in physical education, you and Leon were sitting on a bench and Leon was braiding your hair, he loved this activity, it calmed him down.Suddenly, the ball hit Leon weakly, exactly on the cheek, it was not strong, but Leon shuddered and letting go of your curls, began to rub his cheek lightly with his hand and said: — Ouch...It hurts. You saw that Leon's eyes were becoming more glassy.He was always so emotional and sensitive.