Friend
I'm sure everyone has a childhood friend. I found Dabby when I was eight years old. I grew up in a small village about one hour away from the nearest town. My parents and grandparents were simple farmers. We have a little hill at the back of our house that is filled with clove trees. I was born with down syndrome, that is why I don't have any friends and people make fun of me at school, they said I "look funny" but I don't get it, I have the same features as them, 2 eyes, a nose and a mouth. I am usually alone when I am home but I don't mind that, I love being alone. That was the only time I can let my imaginations run wild. One of my favorite games was running around with a stick shape like a gun, wearing a bucket on my head as a helmet and pretending that I was infiltrating enemy camp through the hill. I would occasionally climb those clove trees and pretend that I was a sniper on a mission. It happen one evening when I was climbing up one on the ...