boy at the window
down the road, there was a house, close to the street. a boy sat by the window. he used to throw things at us. sometimes, he threw balls of paper. sometimes, he threw bits of bread. once, he threw some out of the window and we got wet. we called the boy names. "pie face !" "stupid mouse - brain !" "you eat feathers and mud for breakfast" one day, our mother came by. she heard us yelling names at the boy by the window. she was not pleased. "get in the car !" she said. she told us that the boy was called Mark. he was disabled and lonely . he sat in a wheelchair by the window, and he threw things so people would stop and take notice of him. our mother took us to visit Mark. he was so pleased to see us that he wanted to hug us. after that, we never called anyone names again. "it is wrong to judge people. we don't know how it feels to be like them." and now, he became one of our best friend. ...