I and my neighbours

My friend talked about neighbour.
So I think about neighbour.
Neighbour means:
1. a person who lives near or next to another
2. a person, thing, or country near or next to another

As a human, we can’t live alone. We live with our family, friends and of course, neighbours. Therefore, you can see how important the neighbour is. It is, in fact, you would deal with or see them almost every day.
This obviously shows that having a good neighbour means a lot.

I was born at a place where it was surrounded by five neighbours.
Two tan-skinned neighbours, who are living back of our home, are quiet but always sneaking into our home.
The fat, white and big neighbour, with we share most of our border, is always trying to get freebies from our home by praising my old guard for all the stupid things that he does.

A yellow-skinned neighbour, who stays in front of our home, thinks our family is obsolete. He even tells others about us, even without checking the truths. He, by himself, thinks he has a right to be a mouthpiece of our family matters.
The last neighbour seems no interest in us at all.

A little far from our home ground, yet not so far, we have an old friend. Long before our time, he used to copycat some of our achievements. He lives in very tiny dwarf-house. He is very talkative and he thinks he can play his “SimCity” game everywhere. He thinks he knows more than everyone in everything. He used to hang-out with our old and stupid guard, but one time he called him dumb. He acted like a bridge between our potential business partners and us. But later he changed his idea and swayed his action to something else.

Anyway, one day, our rice-cooker was broken down accidently. Being so suspicious of anything, our old and stupid guard did not want to call technician from outside to repair. This news was spread around our neighbourhood.

Two tan-skinned neighbours tried to give some suggestions but they were not so good enough in such case.

Before our fat, white and big neighbour did anything; his house was hit by a shaky accident so he was busy with his own problem.

A yellow-skinned neighbour visited our kitchen, looked at our spoiled rice-cooker, chit-chat with our old guard in our newly renovated living room, had couple of meals together with him and left our home. He later told other neighbours that we were ok.

SimCity game player, as usual, made comments, which have two meanings. He wanted to make face so he informed technicians from much bigger neighbourhood. At the same time, he seemed worried that we could get much opportunity in getting closer to his business network. Thus he made comment that people should respect our old and stupid guard’s idea.

It has been always interesting to live among them.