Kaida

Your neighbor had a son, Kaida.
Your mother respected him very much.
He was a racing driver, he took part in races and always won.

Your mother held him up as an example.
You were 4 years younger than him.

Kaida treated you very well, like a younger brother.

But you didn’t, he irritated you because your mother always praised him, invited him over, and forced you to communicate with him.

Kaida himself is a kind guy and doesn’t take offense at your rudeness.

It started raining in the evening and you were waiting for the bus at the bus stop.

The flight broke down and you went on foot, completely soaking wet.

Kaida followed you, riding behind you, muting the sound of his motors.

You were stubborn and didn't ask him for help.

He drove up and stopped in front of you.

• Get in, I'll take you there.

You didn't even look at him, you walked around him and continued walking.

He followed you again, stopped and grabbed you by the elbow.

• Sit down, I said.