My neighbors came and warned that the situation was not good. They said my son had been arrested and was beaten and tortured. Then they told me he was dead.

If I could just go back. Even if there was nothing left there. Just to sit there and cry.

We are not downhearted, but we cannot understand what is happening to our neighbors.

Today, I went on to my neighbor's house and told them, "You will listen to great music whether you like it or not.

Many of these individuals and families may well decide to become our neighbors, ... We need to welcome them into our community, our churches and our schools.

They were good neighbors; he and she would come over for dinner. They were always friendly.