
A boy standing beside the window
This was a story of when I was a child.My home village was so small that I knew most people of village however, one house was not certain who were living. All shutters of this house were always closed and the curtains were neither.One sunny day, when I was walking along this house, I saw a window of this house was opened. In there, a boy was standing without stirring an inch. He was just looking at the far side without thinking. I did not know who he was.Several days after, I saw my family was t...