Everyday when I went out of the house, I saw an old lady sitting in the staircase of the house in face of mine, and I and everyone of the block always waved to the old lady from the afar.
A day, during dinner, It occurred to me to tell my parents:
"Have you thought that someday when the old lady, of the house in face of ours, die, appears sitting in the staircase like if nothing had happened?"
"What old lady are you talking about?"
"The old lady of the house in face of ours, the one who is always sitting in the staircase and waves to everyone who passes by."
"But, son, the house in face of us is abandoned since the old lady who used to live there died when you were two."
The end.
