Leaving a Place Better Than I Found It Changed More Than I Knew!

When the owners decided to sell the flat I’d been renting, I packed up my life and prepared to move on. Before locking the door for the last time, I scrubbed every corner — the windowsills where I’d kept my plants, the tiny kitchenette where I’d cooked lonely dinners, even the closet that had held more worries than clothes. It felt instinctive. This place had held me during a strange season of my life, and leaving it spotless was my way of acknowledging that. The next morning, my phone rang. It was the landlady. For a split second, my stomach…

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