Not Forgetting

"So you came this afternoon just to tell me that you won't be able to come home this weekend?"

At that time, when the sunlight had begun to fade, Elice took the opportunity to stop by Wilda's house. It was a simple one-story building, almost adjacent to the neighbors. There was only a small multifunctional courtyard. It served as a place for Wilda to tend to some of her favorite plants and also to dry clothes.

"Yes, Mom. You could say that. I'll be working overtime tomorrow, so I thought I'd go straight to my apartment."

Living in different places was not the ideal solution for Elice. But circumstances forced them to. The current location of Wilda's house was quite far from Elice's workplace, so she lost valuable time just commuting. Not to mention fatigue. So, despite the difficulties, the decision was made.

Elice was reluctant to part with Wilda, but at least she felt reassured. Wilda didn't live alone, she had someone with her.

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