Assisted living is not what kids imagine.
I moved to my current house 10 years ago, I vividly remember the first month living here, it was a nightmare. Imagine a new girl in town of twelve years old, I had a lot of problems. Kids in the school were so rude and mean! They treated me badly, I felt like the most lonely person on the Earth. At the house next door lived an old lady, she was very sweet with me, I remember that I went to her house a million times after school, when the kids from school wanted to hit me. I felt that her house was some kind of refuge. This old lady was living alone, she was widowed, but she was very nice to everybody, and all the neighborhood loved her. We started our friendship that year, and 4 years later, the morning of my sixteen birthday, she gave me the best birthday cake ever. I remember that it was delicious just like everything else made by her. I always visited her, and I helped her with everything that she needed. One year later, I went to visit her, so I knocked on the door like I used to, but nobody were there. I thought that was strange, because we used to have our own routine, but I didn’t worry, she was a grown lady and she knew what to do. At night I went to her home again, and the next day, and the next day and the next. My mom told me that maybe she moved to another place, but I knew that she wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye. Three months after I realized that it was over, my friend had left me. I went on with my life, it was hard, but I could do it. Last year I went to visit my friend’s grandpa at an assisted living facility. I was expecting to see old people falling around, feeling sad and screaming, but I was surprised when I saw old people laughing and walking around as in their own home. I felt happy, and we sat on a sofa to talk with my friend’s grandpa. While they were talking I started looking around and I could feel as though somebody were looking at me. Suddenly I heard somebody saying “oh my God, you’re a woman now”. I turned around and I saw her. My best friend smiling and crying, I couldn’t resist the temptation of hug her and cry. We were talking for three hours and it seemed like three minutes. I knew she wouldn’t of left me just like that, the trouble was her son needed her house to rent it and use the money, so she as a great mother that she was, accepted but she didn’t have time to say goodbye. As you can imagine, everybody in the assisted living facility loves her, and I visit her every single day. She is still the same and she told me a lot of funny stories about the assisted living facility where she’s living. She isn’t living alone anymore, she’s living with people of her own age. I’m very happy for that.
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