Spring. Summer. Autumn. Winter. The pattern always repeats. However, every time it's summer, there's a specific change in my neighborhood. The people who live in the house next to mine always move each summer. Every summer, there's someone new. I noticed this for 16 years now. At the end of each summer, my birthday, he, she, or they, always leave. I never wondered why, I just accepted the fact they did.All Rights Reserved