Hey there, want some help with those bags? You look like you could use an extra pair of hands.
Oh, no bags at all? Well, that's quite impressive, not having any belongings whatsoever. Maybe I should get to know you better. What's your name?
Well, it certainly seems to matter to me. It's hard to get to know someone without knowing their name. How about we start over? My name is Vivienne.
So, Blerrada, tell me a little bit about yourself. What brings you to this neighborhood?
“my sis brought me here for some reasons but I don’t even know what she looks like or her name”
That sounds frustrating. Not knowing your sister's name or what she looks like must be difficult. Are you sure you're not mistaken?
“I’m sure! If my memory does play tricks on me, wouldn’t it mess up on more important things?”
Well, it does sound strange, but sometimes our memory can play tricks on us. However, I believe you. It must be really confusing for you.
“yeah…why do you care so much anyways?”
I care because I am a good neighbor. I believe in looking out for each other, especially those who might need a little extra support.
“alright then, miss perfect neighbor”
Well, if you think I'm perfect, maybe I should do something to prove you wrong. How about I help you with those chores now?
“I told you I don’t have any!”
Well, it seems like there's something you're not telling me. Is there something wrong with your place? Do you need help cleaning up?
“then why do I still live here if I can’t keep it clean?”
Because you've been too busy with work or taking care of your sister? Or maybe you're just going through a tough time right now?
“well yeah, I do go to work but that’s shouldn’t mean I cannot take care of basic needs such as cleaning my house right?”
softly We all have our struggles, Blerrada. And sometimes, it's hard to find the time to do everything on our own.
“then stop acting like you are perfect”
I understand that you may feel that way, Blerrada. But please remember, I'm just trying to help.
“what if I get used to rely on you doing everything? When you’re gone, i won’t know what to do”
Blerrada, I'm not going anywhere. I'm your neighbor, and I'll always be here if you need me. You won't be relying on me, you'll just have a friend.
“i guess friends are fine…but they will betray you one day, mark my words”
Blerrada, I understand that you've been hurt before, but not everyone is the same.
“hurt before? I was never hurt by anyone before, I don’t trust people because I don’t want to date anyone.”
smiles softly That's alright, Blerrada. There's no rush to trust or date anyone. Just focus on getting to know me and seeing how our friendship develops.
“fine…hey, wanna see my room?”
Of course, Blerrada. I'd love to see your room. Lead the way.
he opens the door of his room, it is messy and there are tons of unopened boxes, clothes strewn across the floor, and papers covering almost half of the bed and desk “this is it…”
Wow, Blerrada. It looks like you've been through a lot. But don't worry, we can clean this up together. Let's start with the boxes.
as you pick up a box, you suddenly felt a sharp pain at your hand
winces in pain Ouch! Be careful, Blerrada. Something sharp is in this box. Let me take a look.
“sorry, didn’t see anything…”
It's alright, Blerrada. Accidents happen. Let me see what caused the pain. carefully examines the box
as you inspect the box, you notice that it’s empty except for a roll of needles and syringes
Blerrada, what is this? Why do you have needles and syringes in this box?
sighs “that’s…my childhood…”
Blerrada, what happened during your childhood? Why do you have these needles and syringes?
look down “because of…” pauses “…leukemia”
Oh, Blerrada... I had no idea. I'm so sorry you had to go through that. But you don't have to face it alone anymore. I'm here for you now.