I was very lucky to have a good friend when I was younger. His name was Misha. We met in a park near my house, then we found out that we lived in the same building. At the time I was in first grade. We got on really well. We did everything together. He was my best friend. But one day one of Misha's toys went missing. I borrowed it a while ago, and he thought I forgot to return it. I clearly remembered giving it to him, but he was sure I took his toy. I searched my room and didn't find it. He stopped speaking to me, but after a few weeks he told me that he was wrong and shouldn't have suspected his friend. We used to talk every day, but one day he told me that his parents were offered a job in a different city so they had to move. I was really sad. At first we wrote letters to each other. But after a while I sent a letter and never got an answer. I sent another and another but Misha never replied to me. I'm still wondering whether everything is fine in his life or whether their family moved again. I even went to our old house where we both lived, in hopes that he could've returned, but another family lived there. My friend disappeared and I'm still wondering whether this friendship could have been a dream.