"The One Thing About Your Residents You Probably Forgot Today" by Bill Szezytko
It was in the way she held her 4 year old son tightly against her chest, a crack of hallway light drifting into his dark bedroom. He was sobbing softly. She could feel his warm body through his Cars footy pajamas.
“Honey, you are burning up. Let your mommy take your temperature.”
It was in the way three generations of men lounged on the couch with the television blaring the football game. The moms and wives were sitting around the table in the other room talking and laughing and sharing. The fragrance from their open bottle of wine was filling their noses.
It was in the way the newlyweds poured over their parsimonious bank statements in the dining room, his brow furrowed and her hand lightly grasping her belly. Two little red lines told the story of their future.
It was in the way a group of young kids from different parts of the country were forced to live together and form a bond which would last for the rest of their lives.
It was in the way a new couple fumbled for each other in the dark hallway and found love.
When the computers go silent and the community manager closes the leasing doors, they go to their home to make their own memories.
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