Back in the old days, I remember there was a boy lived across our old house when I was very young. He was about 17,18 by then, a restless, easy going teenage boy. I can see part of his room from our living room window. He sometimes talk to me while I was playing in the garden outside and most of time he would be asking me if my cousin was home. My cousin was a good looking teenage girl by then, 16 or something like that.I remember they chatted a lot , one by the window looking down while the other stand in the garden looking up.
The boy and his parents were always fighting, because of that our parents told us not to hang around with him much as he was a troubled boy at school. Very occasionally, the night of their house was quite and peaceful ,I would caught him sat by the window and read till late.
Truth to be told, I had never thought him as a bad boy or bad kid ,I think he just fine, maybe he gets lonely sometime as no one understood him in the world ,just like most of us feels sometimes. He must be almost 40 by now if my calculation is right, he'd already became somebody's husband or dad. I wonder where he is now and whether he still remember my cousin or me, maybe not me, maybe not even my cousin.
So I did an illustration of my childhood memory about him.