Caleb was really excited when he saw the movers’ truck in front of the house next-door. He was even happier to see a little boy his age playing in the front yard. Caleb couldn’t believe his luck. Another redheaded boy with freckles, just like him, was going to be his neighbor. This was a dream come true. Caleb imagined waiting for the school bus with his neighbor. They would probably be in the same class. What if the boy also liked pirates? What if the boy and Caleb could dress up for Halloween and go trick or treating together? Caleb went to the living room to find his mother so he could share his excitement. “Ma, a little boy has moved next-door. He looks like me. I think he is also eight. Ma! Ma! Take me to the neighbors. Please. I want to play with him,” Caleb said in one breath. “Settle down, Son,” Mrs. Rink said. “I had talked to the neighbors while they were looking at the house. I had asked them if they had any kids. You know, so you could play with them. I think the kid you saw is only visiting. The Petersons do not have any kids of their own.” Caleb felt as small as a balloon losing air. He sat on the floor. “You can still play with the boy for now and see if he will come to visit often. Come on, Son,” Mrs. Rink said, giving her son a hand. Read this sentence from the story. Caleb felt as small as a balloon losing air. What does the simile help the reader imagine?