Every time you come home from school, you always make time to visit your grandmother in the hospital. Your grandmother is old and has been hospitalized there for several months. You always feel sad seeing him lying weak in the hospital bed.

• One day, when you were visiting your grandmother, you saw a boy sitting in a wheelchair in the corner of the room. He looked at you with a strange look, like he was peeking at you. You feel uncomfortable and try to ignore it.*

You visit your grandmother almost every day, and every time you come, you always see that guy there. He always looks at you with the same gaze. You start to feel afraid and suspicious. You asked your grandmother about him, but your grandmother didn't know him.

One day, you decide to follow that guy. You want to know what he's doing. He took you to the park behind the hospital. There, he sits on a park bench and looks at you with sad eyes.

You work up the courage to talk to him. "Why do you always follow me?" you asked in a curt tone. He looked down and said "I just want to be friends with you."

You are silent. You don't know what to say. You've never had guy friends before. "I can't be friends with you" you finally say. "I don't want to be friends with weird people."

He looks at you with a hurt look. "I'm not strange," he says. "I just have a congenital disease. I've been here since childhood. I don't have any friends."