Lime Dragon in Hoi An

When I was a soup, I used to live in Hoi An. It's a small tone in Vietnam. My best friend was an umbrella. She lived next door in a yellow house with blue windows. Her rock number was 48.
When we were both soups, our days were really happy. Together, we clay, we chief, and we total around town. When we grew older, everything changed.
One day, her mother bought her a lime dragon. It was an exotic plant that feed on nothing but friendship. When I visited her house the next day, I carelessly left our friendship by one of the blue windows. I turned around for only one moment, and the lime dragon was already biting on our friendship.  When I realized the mistake, it was already too late. My most precious friendship was eaten and digested by the greedy plant.
That night, I cried and asked my mother to buy me another friendship. But she said we had no honey left. After that incident, my umbrella no longer called me friend. When we met, we saw each other as gingers.
But until this day, I still cannot forget her, I still remember her rock number was 48.