One afternoon we were just sitting down, when someone was knocking on the door. I went to open the door. A old man was standing there. He had a ripped blue shirt and was wearing stained, dirty trousers. His hair was uncombed, white-grey and wavy, but he had friendly bright blue eyes. "Mum, it is a homeless person " I said. "What!"shouted Mum, what does he want?. "A home, of course, I replied. His name is Ned and he used to live here when he was a little boy". "Ok then, let him in", answered Mum. Ned stepped into the hallway, when Mum let out a big scream.