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Outside of the window

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By moladdaPublished 4 years ago 3 min read

She is a lonely and poor old lady who lost her husband and has no children, living alone on the 10th floor.

She had been living in this building for 8 years. 8 years ago in the summer, the old lady experienced the biggest disaster in her life, her husband died in a car accident when he went to buy groceries, and when she got the news, she rushed to the hospital like crazy, and collided with the turning bus again, her life was saved, but her lower limbs were paralyzed from then on, and her mobility was limited.

After a fight with death, she sold her original house and moved into this neighborhood. She chose this place because there were too many memories in the old house; because there was a government canteen nearby, and the canteen masters took good care of her, sending delicious meals to her home three times a day, saving her a lot of trouble; she also chose this place because the house was on the street, and she could sit in front of the window and see the scenery outside.

Every morning, the first person she saw was always the cleaning lady, who, like them, was the first one to see the sunshine in the year. The orderly sound of sweeping and the music of the sprinklers were all too familiar to her. And now, she has not been in dreamland for many days ......

Seeing the traffic on the way to work, she felt the reality of life. People live, they have to study, to work, to earn money, to be busy with social functions, to do something you like or do not like. And she is not the same, her days are mechanical repetition, monotonous in more helpless and sad, eating, watching TV, sleeping ...... she has no way to disturb others, and few people to disturb her. She seems to live in a distant vacuum, if not for the ever-changing landscape outside, if not for a TV and a radio at home, her days might be even worse.

In the evening, seeing her children after school was the happiest moment of her day, and the most poignant moment of her life. She wanted to rush downstairs, hug those lovely Holy Spirit, and say to them, "Children, I love you so much! Will you stay with me for a while?" But she couldn't do it anymore. ...... A home is only a complete and real home with the noise of children and the endless chatter of the elderly, but her home was always so quiet, so quiet that it was a little panic!

On the coffee table in her living room, there is a portrait of her husband, to be precise, next to the portrait, there is a family portrait of their family, and on the family portrait, there is only one more smile on her face. Every day she sees her partner, but her smile is gradually decreasing. In fact, this is good, her husband died, she is paralyzed for life, between them, is not equal?

It is a bit lonely to be alone, not even being able to go downstairs, but fortunately, the scenery outside the window is repeating and changing every day. With these repetitions and changes, she always felt that the day could still be settled.

One day, she wondered how many lonely people like her there were in this big city of nearly 10 million people. How many other people like her are bored looking at the windows every day? Wouldn't it be great if we could all get together and live in the same compound? But this is only a dream, how can it be done?

In her boredom, she flipped open her calendar. Today was May 8, World Smile Day. She knew that a smile could change a person's fate. The smiles of the cleaners in the morning, the smiles of the children on the road, the smiles of her husband in the family portrait, were always infecting her and guiding her life. But how can she smile? She is mentally and physically defective, but she also wants to be able to live her life in good health.

This lonely and poor old lady was no other than my high school teacher, a particularly good elder whom we all loved but had little time to spend with.

Xue Mo said, a person's day, you are rich, but also miserable. She lived alone in the building for eight years, more than two thousand difficult days and nights, she was not rich, but very miserable. More often than not, did she want to go to bed early? Lying in bed, just keep falling asleep, dreaming, seemingly waiting for the arrival of some deity, like a fairy tale where Prince Charming wakes himself up with a quiet kiss in the dead of night ......

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