In the house to the right of my house, the single mother lost her job a day before yesterday. Amantha’s boyfriend left her when she was seven months pregnant, her kid is now four and will be starting school tomorrow. //We play fifa together.
In the house to the left of my house, a couple recently celebrated their 50th anniversary. They have two sons, well settled with fancy car and big offices in NYC. None of them called to wish their parents on their anniversary. //We discuss life and politics together
In the house in front of my house, is a library, which is not exactly a library, but Rebecca buys a minimum of three books whenever she goes to the bookstore and she goes to the bookstore at least twice in a week.
Rebecca’s mom is battling cancer and Rebecca can’t even go and see her because of the abusive past she had with her step dad. She introduced me to Murakami. I’ll ask her out someday. // We talk Bukowski, Plath and Yeats.
In the house miles away from mine a boy is planning to come out of his closet. His family is very conservative and consider being gay as a sin. In his mind, he is going through all the possible ways his parents can react after hearing about his son’s sexuality.
Somewhere, someone is vacating their house and migrating to a new country, leaving all the stories of that home behind them.
And in my house, I sit on the couch everyday and think how perfect is everyone’s life.