A few years ago was a girl, Ana, who lives in the same block of flats with me just as a one-storey floor above mine. Whenever I saw her go out to play, I was tired of it because she could not do the same thing as we did. Honestly to be, I never asked her why she did not manage or show her how to do, but I just prefer to laugh at her.
One day, when I was out at play, I saw the ambulance coming in front of our block. We've all stopped our game and we're watching to see what's going on. When the ambulance officers descended the stretcher, I saw that the person they went to the hospital was Ana. Suddenly a sadness caught me seeing her in that state. I went to the house and told my mother what I was seeing. My mother told me that Ana suffers from asthma and that sometimes it happens to crises and because of the disease it can not play like any normal child. Suddenly, it has a sense of guilt. How did I laugh at her, why did not I turn to her and asked why she was facing some clumsy things. I apologize, and I mean, since then she is our best friend.