#neighbortales

Neighbors

When I moved into this house, there was an eighth-grade girl who caught everyone’s attention.
Sitting on the stairs, she would read English fluently, making sure all eyes turned to her.

At that time, I asked her name.
She said it was Harshitha
I made her talk, and she spoke briskly and confidently.
Her parents were mute and unable to speak.
Her grandmother and uncle took care of her.

There was a pain hidden in her,
a sorrow over her parents' condition.
She also took care of her younger brother.

Years rolled...