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Quick Description
Two houses. In one lives a boy around the age of 16. In the other lives an elderly woman around the age of 92. The boy went by the name of Daniel. He just moved into the house with his mother only a few months back. He didn’t pay much attention to the older woman and he tended to keep to himself. The older woman went by the name Willow. She’s lived in the same house since she was 10. She keeps her blinds down and curtains shut most of the time. They tend to pay the other no mind, but the kid needs someone other than an alcoholic mother to be there for him and the woman needs more than an absent daughter in her life.
NOW FOR THE ACTUAL STORY
It was a nice spring morning on a Saturday. Daniel was in his room working on homework when he got stumped with one of the questions. He went downstairs and into the kitchen.
“Hey, mom. Can you help me with this question?”
“It’s your homework. Do it yourself.” She responded harshly, downing her 3rd bottle of beer that morning.
He shrank back and went back up to his room, sighing as he sat down on his bed. He scrutinized the worksheet in his hand and reread the question. He groaned and crumpled up the sheet of paper and tossed it across the room.
“I'm fairly certain that’s important.” Came a voice from outside and his head snaps to the window, prepared to tell whoever it is to mind their own business but closes his mouth when all he sees is an old woman. “Why don’t you go grab it and bring it here? I may be old, but I still have the same brain from my youth.”
He slowly stands up and walks over to the sheet of paper by his closet door. He leans down and picks it up, walking back over to his window. Pulling a chair up, he sits down places the wrinkled worksheet on the windowsill. He reads the math problem aloud and she scrunches her nose up.
“Should I take that face as you don’t understand?”
“Oh no. I just don’t get the point of teaching stuff you probably will never use.”
“Thank you! I don’t need to know trigonometry. It’s not like a cop is going to come up to me and say ‘Hey, solve this problem.’”
Willow lets out a laugh and he smiles triumphantly, knowing he’d never be able to get that reaction from his mother.
“Come here.” She beckons.
He climbs out onto the almost conjoined roofs and through her window. He follows her down her stairs and into her kitchen where it looks like she was recently baking.
“I have muffins in the oven and you can have some while you do your homework.” She smiles, sitting beside him at the table.
She helps him with the problem he was struggling with as well as any others he had trouble with. By the end of it, all 12 muffins were gone and he actually understood what he was supposed to be doing. He checked the time to see it was a quarter til noon and he slumped in his chair, dreading having to go back home. She seemed to sense this and decided to get his mind off it.
