Unexpected visitor
The boy appeared again just as I was finishing up. Without a word, he casually kicked over a trash bin, a grin spreading across his face. “Seriously?” I said, shooting him a pointed look at the mess he’d made. He just laughed, strolling away as if it were all some kind of game. His laughter lingered in the air, a mocking reminder of how often this had happened. With a sigh, I grabbed my supplies and crouched down to start cleaning up. It was just another task to add to an already overwhelming day.
Unexpected Visitor
Cleaning and frustration
As I tidied up the mess, I watched the boy vanish down the hallway, his figure fading into the distance. Each piece of scattered trash landed in the bag with a soft thud, the sound punctuating the quiet space. My heart pounded—a blend of frustration and resolve to finish the task at hand. Straightening up, I brushed off my hands and sighed. “Well, that’s that,” I murmured, grabbing the mop once more. The day was far from over, and there was still plenty left to do.
Cleaning And Frustration
