Her back, reminiscent of the Hunchback of Notre Dame, left the
door.
"Hi." I welcomed her, but she didn't answer. She
covered her left eye with one hand and raised her head to the right for a
while, annoyingly, before bowing back. She pushed the heavy door without even
answering back with a mocking stiff face that seemed to indicate whether if she
was staring at me or at the wall.
Born in England, she visited the building that I live on the
first day of every month, around three. She comes to pay her rent without even
living in the building for a long time so as not to lose her apartment Lease,
which she has lived in since she was youth. Then she stayed for an hour and two
in her apartment with no lights and then hurriedly disappears.
Her son in jail comes, harasses her, and goes back to jail,
so she lives in hiding somewhere without her son doesn't know and taking care
for an elderly woman.
One day, a social worker came check her apartment condition.
She said. 'she needs to come back. she's old to be a housekeeper.' Several
times social workers came and prepared to move her in, but news came that she
died without coming.
Her apartment door was opened and furniture was carried out
of the building. These were unexpected luxury furniture. Later, when she got
older and her money was collected, she seemed to buy one by one, working as a
housekeeper in another's house to return and spend the rest of her life
comfortably.
After she's dead, only the furniture that had dreamed of the
future together was left waiting for its new owner.
There's a Mexican neighbor I met at a local swimming pool.
As her landlord grew older and the building was difficult to maintain, the
landlord offered her to buy it. She hesitated to buy because the building was
too old. She asked the building inspector. 'Don't worry, you'll die before the
building,' said the inspector.
Things that have been kept for so long will remain in the
hands of the new owner. We're just taking care of it for a while for the next
owner.
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