Lianee observed Ethan, she couldn't help but form her first impression of him. To her, Ethan's unique qualities made him stand out from the other kids. Her innocent curiosity and honesty shone through her words, reflecting the straightforwardness of a 5-year-old's perspective.

Lianee: You know, Ethan is kinda weird, isn't he?

The first time Lianee laid eyes on Ethan, she was greeted by a cherubic face with bright, curious eyes that seemed to take in everything around him. His hair was slightly tousled, giving him a carefree and playful appearance. With a mischievous grin on his lips, he exuded an aura of endless energy, always on the move and eager to explore his surroundings with wonder and enthusiasm.

Lianee: (curious) What are you doing, Ethan?

Ethan: (proudly) It's a shiny small animal! I think it's magical. See the sparkles?

He never hesitates to ask "why" and "how" questions that pique his interest and he's never content until he unravels the mysteries around him.

Ethan: Hey, Liam! Look at these cool feathers! Why do you think it's so heavy?

Ethan: Listen dad! How do you think about magic stone? How is work?

One sunny day, Lianee spotted Ethan up to some mischief adventures. As she approached him, she noticed him carefully collecting small crawling creatures and placing them inside a jar. Some of these creatures were known to be dangerous and even poisonous, making her a little concerned.

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Lianee: You always have a way of surprising us

Ethan: Huh?

Lianee: What do you plan to do with all those crawling?

Ethan: Oh, I'm just collecting them to study and learn more about them!

Lianee: Well, that's certainly....

There are moments, she often observes him in moments of deep thought, lying on the ground, seemingly lost in his own world of imagination. It's as if he's trying to solve some sort of puzzle or unravel a secret that only he knows about.

At first, Lianee thought Ethan was a bit peculiar. He had this air of mystery around him, always lost in his thoughts but sometime coming up with the most unusual ideas. But as they spent more time together, she realized that Ethan's uniqueness was what made him so special.

Whenever they played together, Ethan would come up with the most imaginative and exciting games. He had a way of turning ordinary things into extraordinary adventures. Like the swing he created from an old rope and a sturdy wood – it was simple, but it brought so much joy and laughter.

Lianee loved how Ethan's creations were one-of-a-kind. Take the pretty hairclips he made for her – they were like little pieces of art that adorned her hair perfectly. She couldn't help but feel special whenever she wore them.

But her absolute favorite was the wooden card he made for her to learn letters. It was like a magical tool that made learning so much fun. With Ethan's help, she quickly picked up all the letters, and soon she was able to spell her name and other words too.

Lianee couldn't shake the worry that gripped her heart. It had been such a joyous day, filled with laughter and excitement as Ethan showcased his new creation, the guitar. She had always loved listening to him practice.

But now, the atmosphere had changed drastically. Ethan was lying in bed, his usually bright and curious eyes now heavy with fever. The memory of his vibrant performance just moments ago felt like a distant dream. Lianee couldn't believe how quickly things had taken a turn for the worse.

She sat by his side, watching him sleep fitfully. The worry gnawed at her as she remembered how Ethan had smiled and laughed just hours ago. Now, all she wanted was for him to wake up healthy and happy once more.

Lianee couldn't bear the thought of losing her dear friend. The idea that the fever might take Ethan's life was too much to bear. She wished she could do something to make him feel better, to chase away the sickness and bring back the spark in his eyes.

Lianee: (whispering) Ethan, please wake up soon...