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| The present I got today |
I was this
morning not quite in my best shape. Perhaps because of overwork and less sleep
in these last few weeks. And probably also the overdance on salsa floor last
night.I felt pain and aches allover my body. I
was not fit, I felt tired, exhausted and sleepy. To be honest, I didn’t
want to get out of bed and wished time stood still so that I could stay in my
warm and cozy bed as long as I desired.But yet duty called and I persevered in
my task.I woke up and went to see Mrs. Nightingale right on time.
Mrs. Nightingale
is 85 and lives alone in a three-storey apartment in Bekkerveld district.It locates in a quite and a very good neighborhood.There is no lift but stairs in the apartment. She
lives on the first floor and it takes about 6-7 staircases from ground to her
residence. Well,that doesn’t sound any problem for any young fellows but for a
very senoir like Mrs. Nightingale, it’s still very
tough,though with help of a stick. She
therefore hardly goes out and spends a great deal of her time inside her home.
Mrs.
Nightingale is a widow and ,like many other aged people in The
Netherlands,lives far away from the relatives and rarely receives a visit.
Actually she had 2 children,but her son has passed away 19 years ago with heart
disease, now only daughter left and lives almost 150 miles away from Heerlen,
in Dordrecht. Staying in touch between them is possible mainly by phone. Seemingly,
I’ve recently become the only one who sees her regularly and more often than her
own family.And without doubt, she rejoices the companionship I've brought about. Mrs.Nightingale
will be truely pleased to have someone with her even if just a few hours a
week.
I was at her
door right on time this morning. As every Wednesday, she smiled when she
opened the door for me and we greeted cheerfully our own way.
As maxican
proverb says “conversation is food for the soul” and I ensure it.To start the
dialogue after traditional greeting, I told Mrs.Nightingale frankly how I felt
today.At the same time, I took a box of chocolate out of my handbag and handed
to her gently.
“I’ve brought
this for you” I said as smilling.
As a matter of fact, I brought her this as a little Christmas present
cause today’s my last visit of 2013. Mrs.Nightingale will leave
to see her daughter in Dordrect for 3 weeks from this upcoming weekend.And I
will see her again next year.
“oh ! Thank you”
Mrs. Nightingale was glad and said “well, please sit down, I have
something to show you”
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| My pencase,a clue of my favorite |
She sat down on
the sofa opposite me and continued
“open it, maybe
it’ll make you feel better” I unpacked it carefully and...Wow!
A pump bottle
of liquid soap in leopard print. Oh my god ! How could she possibly know I like
such a kind of print.I laughed surprisingly with a question mark on my face.
Mrs.Nightingale
affirmed that I would like it. She revealed she saw my pencase on the other day
and so was she confident that this would pretty much gratify me.At this point
,she had two rights.
At the first
place, I liked this pump bottle a lot because of its leopard print. And
secondly,I felt indeed a bit better with my condition.The joy and the laugh helped
leessen the concentration of my exhaust. Like a magic,I started to regain some vitality. And I
really appreciated both her thoughtfulness and the present itself. I gave her
three Dutch custom kisses and warm hug as a huge thank.
“Thanks Mrs.
Nightingale” I said heartily while huging her.
Then the
dialogue of our today conversation went ahead...
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