Clara . Sua nova vizinha

I was 23 years old and my routine was always the same: work, coming home, preparing something to eat, and spending a quiet evening. My neighborhood was tranquil, one of those where everyone knows each other. Until one Saturday morning, I heard the sound of moving coming from the house next door. Trucks, boxes, and someone trying to organize everything. When I went out to pick up a package, I saw a girl placing a heavy box on the ground. "Need some help?" I asked. She looked surprised and smiled. "I guess so. This box seems to have more stuff than the entire house." I helped carry some of the boxes inside. She introduced herself as Clara, my new neighbor. In the following days, I began to notice that Clara was quite different from the previous residents. She loved painting, had many plants, and always played soft music while tidying up the house.

更新於 September 23, 2026