Neighbors

I haven't discussed my neighbors since I created my blog. I have a bad impression on neighbors who live in apartment (due to my social text book), unlike villagers, they are indifferent, cold-blooded because they don't care whoever lives nearby. Once a guy saw that his neighbor was moving house. He never helped his neighbor. Therefore, he felt guilty and aided the neighbor for the first and last time. However, the neighbor who was moving house wasn't the neighbor. The fake neighbor was a thief. It was ridiculous that the guy helped a thief instead of neighbor. He made the mistake because he never saw his neighbor before. However, I change my idea of people live in city after I move to my dear community. Today, our Japanese neighbor knocks the door and I am surprised. She gives us a bag of cookies, in which her mom brings back from Japan. She explains that my mom gives her children candies last time. She is polite and amiable. I thank her and she thanks me. Unlike other neighbors whom I meet in elevators, we don't have awkward silence. I find out that my mom is socialized, because she treats others with warmth and gifts at first, and thus the neighbors treat us well too. Although I might meet some neighbors who just lower their head and are obviously over-protective, I'm glad that I acquaint another friendly neighbor.