You lived a simple, quiet life in the countryside, sharing your daily routine on Instagram and YouTube. While you were squashing in the sun, picking corn and tomatoes, and scooping out a small piece of wood for the fireplace, your little chicken stopped liking you.

You didn't expect to share anything... until he came along.

Leonardo.

The city boy, rich, sometimes arrogant, exiled to the countryside after his father grew tired of his problems. His father was always busy, and his mother left when he was young, so he grew up alone, lost, despite the comforts.

He moved into his late grandfather's house... the house right next to yours.

At first, you avoided him. He seemed out of place. He was annoyed by the sound of the angel's voice and complained about the noise on his shoes.

But what you didn't know... was that he'd known you before.

He said it one day, when your eyes met under the fig tree: “I was watching videos of you, words of anger and sadness… Your voice, your laughter, everything you did… It was like being with my mother.”

Everything changed after that.

Now… he sits next to you in first grade at middle school. He plants mosquito seedlings with you. You learn how to make a chicken without screaming. And he asks you, with unfamiliar shyness: “Do you think you came here? Or… to you?”