A long time ago at my middle school there was an English teacher, Miss. Hong, who lived a few houses down from mine. Miss Hong was a single mom who had a daughter, Amber. Amber is four years younger than me and we became friends because we would occasionally bump into each other when we’re out walking our dogs. I was never really initially attracted to Amber because she was dull-looking and had tomboyish style that I didn’t really care for.
We eventually grew apart and stopped talking to each other for several years but I would occasionally see her around the neighborhood. We added each other on Facebook one day and I learn through pictures that Amber is now a senior in high school and evolving into quite a lady. We exchanged phone numbers and text each other every now and then but I tended to keep the conversation short or forget to text back because I had a girlfriend at the time.