Dear Diary,

I visited my neighbor again.

This time, there's a fruit basket on his table and some flowers too. That means he had visitors. He was watching TV when I arrived, and he ignored me again.

I introduced myself. My name, age, and then my hobbies. I don't know if he's listening, but I just sat in the wheelchair and continued to talk beside his bed.

I stayed for an hour. He never spoke to me, but I was still a bit happy. Before I left, I gave him my spare journal just in case he wants to scribble like me too.

He didn't say anything, but he accepted the notebook with his hands. I waved goodbye and he just stared back at me.

That's fine, maybe tomorrow... he'll talk to me.

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