We live in a society where we co-exist together.
We live in neighbourhoods where our neighbours become our family.
They get close to us and help us at times when our own family can't reach us in time.
And yes, sometimes these neighbours become actual family.
Not only are they very helpful.
They become a pain.
And what does this family love the most?
New members.

Samantha came from a humble background and shifted to a suburban house in down town California.

The neighborhood was pleasant and peaceful.
She had two children. Samuel, 9 years old boy and Suzanne, 8 years old girl. She was divorced and shared custody with her husband.

It was quiet early in the morning when the neighborhood heard the shifting of things into a the vacant house.
Samantha looked around and saw few Neighbors looking at her.
She smiled and some waved at her.
She got back to shifting and after a while she saw a small group of women standing at a distance looking at her and talking.
She knew they are trying to judge her looking at the things she had.
She didn't mind as she had other things to think about.

"She doesn't have many things" said Rosalyn.

"Look what she's wearing? It's basically transparent" said Estela.

"Need to know more about her. Let's go and meet her in the afternoon. Let's welcome her to the neighborhood. I'll make some casserole. Estella you bring pie and Rosalyn bring something, okay?" said Emma the leader of the group, as she called herself.

Everyone agreed and decided to meet at 1 pm.

All three knocked at Samantha's door and was welcomed by a man.
All three smiled and the man looked at them and called Samantha.
Samantha walks in adjusting her top.
All three raise their eyebrows and look at eachother.

"Hi. I am Emma and this Estella and Rosalyn. We came to say hi" said Emma.
"Hi. Please come in" said Samantha.
The man made way to the ladies to enter and the women were checking him out.

"I'll see you soon" said the man to Samantha and left.
Samantha closed the door behind him and smiled at the women.
"Was that your husband?" Asked Emma.
"No. He is... Aahhhh... A friend" said Samantha.
"Oh, cute friend" said Estella and gave a side look at the other two.
The four talked for a while and the three ladies left.

"When we entered she was adjusting her top. So, what kind of friend was he?" Asked Rosalyn.
"Very very close friend I guess." Said Estella and all three laughed out loud.
Samantha looked out the window and saw the three laughing and talking.
She knew she will be judged like every other person in this world.
What she never understood is, why people feel the need to judge others when they don't know anything about the person.
How can you know about a person by meeting him or her for few minutes? How can you judge so soon?