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Neighbours - Karen Parisi

Today I went for a Dental cleaning Boisbriand. I had been postponing it for quite some time. But when I checked my teeth in the mirror I was not pleased with what I saw. My white smile had turned into a faded yellow one, as if I was an old woman who had smoked all her life. I knew that the coffee, the wine and the black tea were the main culprits. I had given up smoking more than two decades ago. But I could not say goodbye to the rest.

While I was waiting for my turn in the dentist’s reception area, I tried to reply to some of the emails I had got throughout the day. Once I was done with that, I picked up one of the magazines laid out on the table next to me. I flipped through pages, hoping that I would find something interesting to read. No luck. Unfortunately, there were only publications addressing women. Not even a single number of National Geographic.

Two minutes later I saw two men entering the office. One of them of in his forties, while the other seemed to be much older. He was walking slowly and needed help. I imagined they must have been related, given that they were together. Probably father and son, or son in law.

Once the older man sat down, he looked at me and greeted me. He had an impeccable smile. I told to myself that it was definitely prosthesis or a denture. No one’s teeth look so good at that age.

Since I still had to wait until seeing the dentist, I started a conversation with them. It turned out that they were not blood related at all. They were neighbours. The younger man was simply helping out his neighbour. He was playing the Good Samaritan role. Both of them were living alone and had no family. The loneliness made them become friends and care for each other.

When I heard their story, I realized that I had no idea who my neighbours were. I had never talked to them. There were two other apartments on my floor, but I did not know who lived there. In the past two years, our paths never crossed on the hallway. All I knew was the neighbour living on my left had a small dog. I could hear it bark in the mornings when they were taking him out for a walk.

À propos de l’auteur :


Hello, my name is Karen Parisi. I am a young student who is passionate about life and I really love the Internet. My blog is a creative place where I talk about my daily life and my passions. I warn you, my projects and my tastes are very diverse and it will quite an adventure to read me.