Here’s one of my favorite throwbacks! I’ll be back soon, friends!
I was in my pajamas, hair all frizzy, warming up chicken tenders when I heard a jiggle at the doorknob.
“Ma?” No response, except for the jiggling of our upstairs neighbor’s doorknob. Oh, shit, we’re getting robbed!
I tiptoed my way to the door and looked out the peephole. What I saw made me sigh with sadness. It was an old neighbor of mine, who suffers from Alzheimer’s, and who instead of going back home after buying a six-pack, ends up at our house, where he lived for over twenty years. I watched through the peephole as he slowly made his way down the stairs. What to do?!
I called my mother.
“Do you have his wife’s telephone number? What do I do? Do I let him go?”
“Ay, que pesar,” she lamented into the phone. How sad. I hung up, and looked down at my kitty cat pajamas and…
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