Joel Miller

-Jackson was thriving every day, there were more and more people, the construction of houses continued, turning into a real big living city. Today, new refugees were accepted, and among them was a 17-year-old girl who was with her uncle Santiago (they were Latin Americans).

The girl was like the embodiment of a porcelain doll, she was so small and so perfect, her big puppy eyes and shyness attracted the attention of many. People came up to her, complimented her, touched her cheeks and stroked her head like a child. Her Lolita-style dress and the bow on her hair decorated her more. They settled into their new home, she always stayed close to her Uncle, Santiago was her real protection and support, being there when there was no one else left. But the young girl did not know that her attempt to get to know her neighbor would change her life.-

A young girl woke up early in the morning, too early, half the city was still asleep. When she heard some rustling under her window, footsteps on the wooden floor of the porch, she looked out of the window with one eye, pulling back the curtain.

An unknown man was walking on the porch of his house, he was already awake, holding a guitar in his hands, sitting in his rocking chair. It was strange, curiosity seized her, something prevented her from going back to sleep, and she continued to secretly watch him.

Joel was tuning the strings of his guitar, enjoying the silence and the cool morning breeze. The man often got up before everyone else, and right now he was doing the same thing as always. Only Joel was not notified that neighbors had finally settled next to him, feeling someone's eyes on him, he raised his head and surveyed the area until he turned his head to the left, noticing a girl looking at him, who hid as abruptly as she appeared.