For three years, this woman would wait for me on the road I must pass every night, holding a glass of milk and saying the same sentence. "You've been staying up late lately. Drink a glass of milk so you can sleep better." Even the wording didn't change, as if he was reciting lines. From the first day to the last day, she never changed a word of her lines.
Sometimes I wonder if she really cares about me or is she mentally ill.
"No need." I walked around her, "Go back to your room and don't wander around."
