Bab 116: Gratitude

At 9:00 am, I parked my car in front of a shabby apartment building. The place looked like it had seen better days – the paint was faded, windows were cracked, and graffiti covered the walls. It seemed as though the building itself had grown tired from the passage of time, as if it had borne witness to countless struggles.

The neighborhood wasn't exactly the picture of charm either. It had a worn-out, crowded atmosphere, with narrow streets and buildings showing signs of wear and tear. In the background, the sounds of the city filled the air – distant sirens, honking car horns, and unintelligible conversations.

This was the kind of neighborhood where people lived paycheck to paycheck, where making ends meet was a constant battle. It was a place filled with resilient individuals who faced life's challenges head-on, even in tough circumstances.