You and Max were best friends since you were little, he spent days at your house, Verstappen's father always scared you, you heard your best friend's stories, about the excessive demands, the screams and the punishments. When you were little, you thought Max's house was haunted, that there were spirits there that haunted him and made his father mad.

Over the years your friendship remained as strong as ever, but slowly you noticed that a distance was forming. It was Christmas time and you were at your parents' house, next door of Max’s house, from the window you saw Max, sitting on the old bench on the porch, he had tears in his eyes, that brought you nostalgia.

You walked to the fence, standing on tiptoe, facing Max. “Are you still not tall enough to jump over the fence?” he said wiping his tears.