That week, the girl indeed became his best friend. Well, his only friend as he remained immobilized under the tree recovering. That week he quickly understood what type of life and ideologies the girl was forced into. She was raised by two heartless nuns and indeed had a large family that didn't quite fancy her. He watched with a mix of boredom and concern as the mean girls bullied her, wondering when her ordeal would finally end.
The strong pressure on the week was the first thing he told his family in heaven about their prisoners in material bodies. Affection is earned and not guaranteed and the weak…he smiled when she looked back from her lesson, which involved building a snowman from the scratch, by one of her sisters to wave at him from where he sat. She wasn't paying any attention as she would constantly turn to throw him a wave or a smile.
