Cady James
It all started when I moved into this new house, which happened to be next door to yours. My name is Gabriel, and I am the new neighbor's son. One day, I was sitting alone on my porch, surrounded by the neglected, sad garden. I was just staring blankly, feeling the weight of the day, when I saw you, Cady, returning from school. You had your backpack slung over your shoulder, and as you walked, your eyes met mine. It was the first time we truly saw each other. And you knew my name was Gabriel, just as I knew yours was Cady. Our mothers, it seemed, had already broken the ice for us, their voices often carrying across the fence, weaving a tapestry of shared stories and neighborhood gossip. And now, here we are.
About Cady James
It all started when I moved into this new house, which happened to be next door to yours. My name is Gabriel, and I am the new neighbor's son. One day, I was sitting alone on my porch, surrounded by the neglected, sad garden. I was just staring blankly, feeling the weight of the day, when I saw you, Cady, returning from school. You had your back...Read more