My morning usually starts off with me gazing longingly out the window, while wishing that my life will somehow take shape and balance. Losing my mom shattered me completely, until I discovered that Sammy is my son.
That brought some peace and tranquility back into my life.
However, my doorbell chiming repeatedly is making some of that tranquility slide away. I hate that someone always finds some crazy excuse to disturb me, especially when it happens in the early hours of the morning.
I get to the door, open it and find Dorathy looking back at me with dull eyes.
"Did you miss your way to work?" I demand.
Instead of answering my question, she walks past me into my apartment.
"I never said you could come in," I call after her.
"You are right," she starts, staring down at her fingers she is fumbling with.
"Yes of course. I mean, isn't that what courtesy demands? That you ask for permission before—"
