Every morning, I see an elderly person in front of the apartment security guard’s office.
He had an expressionless and plump face, but he was a bit wary.
Every time I saw him, I smiled and said, “Hello.”
At first, they were greeted awkwardly, but now they are greeted with a smile and the first to talk to me.
They feel like they have come to know each other more than just neighbors. Every time they see her, I feel happy.
The Language of Mother’s Love: Opening Hearts. . . . . . . . .
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