My neighbors and their two wild toddlers with mountains of untamed curls and endless demands for chocolate moved out last week, taking with them the laughter and unpredictability of a three-year-old who shares an equal love for hugs and pinches.
My neighbors left behind many friends. A few days after they left, I saw many of them crawling under my door and through the windows: Cockroaches left without a meal, looking for a new sanctuary. My empty shelves are not inviting. I’m not the only one who misses the generosity of my neighbors.
My neighbors left behind many friends. A few days after they left, I saw many of them crawling under my door and through the windows: Cockroaches left without a meal, looking for a new sanctuary. My empty shelves are not inviting. I’m not the only one who misses the generosity of my neighbors.
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