I used to appreciate your presence but now I can't stand the sight of you. I am not sure what you do all day because you are not working. You have changed and not for the good. Once upon a time you opened the door for me but now you let me dig through my bags in the rain and watch me clumsily enter the gate. Each time I come down stairs your not there. Where could you be? I know: taking your two hour lunch, walking down the boardwalk, staring at girls on the beach, talking on your phone, banging the girl on the second floor who throws dirty dish water from her window onto our car, or watching other people work. The two pictures above are you caught in action. The first photo I am actually proud of you for having your shirt on but your playing with a stray dog instead of helping the guy who is in the second picture. The second picture is the guy who has been trying to fix the front gate for over a year now. I don't even want to talk about that subject. Even Claudia can't stand you and together we secretly make fun of you behind you back when you enter my house, walk all over my yoga mat and put your dirty hands on my white walls. Where ever the old Didi went please bring him back. That's all I ask.
Tchau,
Sara
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