I once had a friend living on the second floor of my apartment building.
He was two years my junior.
Right in front of his door.
The ambulance came.
The paramedics rushed into the building.
They carried him away.
They said he had a stroke.
Just after midnight, somebody the doorbell rang.
It was the mother.
She couldn't hold in her tears.
Her husband had passed away.
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We were close neighbors with a young Chinese couple.
They lived on the third floor.
A year ago, the mother gave birth.
It was a healthy boy.
They also had an old dog in the family.
So old that he had to be carried up and down the stairs.
One morning six months later, the husband awoke
To find that his furry companion would not.
Half a year later,
The ambulance came.
The paramedics rushed into the building.
They carried him away.
They said he had a heart attack.
They said he had passed away.
