I have lived alone for over 20 years. I once brought up my niece, who was orphaned in the fourth grade. She was always like a daughter, but, becoming independent, she forgot about me completely. Neighbors often gossip that I was not able to cope with her upbringing, but I knew the situation better and ignored their conversations … I had a special good relationship with my neighbor who lived on my floor. We often chatted and drank tea together, but in the end she sold her apartment and moved to a new house.

I was sad, but I was glad for her and glad that her children had created comfortable conditions for her. New neighbors – a young couple – soon moved to this apartment. Once they politely told me about future repairs. I was moved by their concern. When they first came to visit, they noticed my old kitchen cabinet and offered to replace it. At first I refused, but they insisted and installed a new one. I couldn’t hold back the tears of happiness and thanks. Our friendship was strengthened, we often went to visit each other.

I once told my love for condensed milk – the luxury I could not afford. To my surprise, the next day they gave me an annual stock. Their gesture brought me to tears again. Last year, they offered to repair my apartment. And now I live in a repaired room. The young couple gave me a kitten, promising to help with his needs. Their sincere kindness reminded me that happiness can be found at any age, even if you have been yourself for many years.