She thanked me, not once, but several times, for how carefully I had left the apartment. Then, almost hesitantly, she asked, “How are you so thoughtful and respectful when most people would have walked away without a second glance?”
Her question held genuine emotion, as though she couldn’t quite believe what she had found.
I told her, with a small laugh, that I was raised to leave a place better than I found it. That simple lesson has stayed with me all my life. The apartment wasn’t just a rental to me — it was a safe space at a time when I needed one. It sheltered me when I moved for work, when I didn’t know a single person in the city, and when everything around me felt uncertain. Cleaning it wasn’t a task; it was a quiet expression of gratitude.
She paused at the other end of the line, taking in my words.
Then she shared something I didn’t expect.
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