When I was a kid, I use to walk around our house. Neighbours knew me, so nobody worried about it. My favourite place to spend time alone was the neighbour’s front door stairs. It was made of concrete. I used to play, sometimes I played with mud, made that place dirty, I use to drink my bottle of milk by lying on it, but our neighbour never gave any objection (As far as I know). I remember once I went inside their house with my mom. Maybe on Eid day. There was no kid in that house, so I wasn’t interested to make friends with them.
One day I fall asleep on their stairs. My family members knew where to find me, so they bring me back home.
I still like sitting on the stairs. Especially at the front door.
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