PERSPECTIVE

A SNAKE TO REMEMBER🐍 On the second floor of our ancient apartment building, lived ancient Mrs (Dr) M. The 80-year-old lived alone, with occasional visits from her children. She wasn't actually alone – she had plenty of visitors throughout the day, including the milkman, neighbours to other pensioner friends who dropped by. With mischievous beady eyes and a sweet tongue – totally grandma material. Then her son suggested she keep paying guests – college girls. The experiment worked initially; Mrs M was seemingly adjustable. But soon, it just became a revolving door for those girls. Most didn’t last a week! The problem? Her flat. Packed with stuff. Old trunks, furniture, books – and even curtains. The rooms looked like dull sad museums. No place to move around. What everyone called garbage, she called memories. She wouldn’t get rid of it. Hence, no one stayed – better breathe on the street than suffocate in that dump. Along came girl no. 11 . 11 was cheerful and outgoing. She often r...