The house, that apt. we lived in. I went by it yesterday. For a moment, I wanted to walk up the steps and go inside. But then I remembered. I don’t have the key anymore. It isn’t ours. We don’t live in it together, like we did last year. You don’t live with me now. You moved up to a better apt, while I moved elsewhere. I miss you so much, my little one. I miss being near you, taking care of you. You gave me so much love and comfort. I thank you for that. My heart is not satisfied. It wants us to be living in the same place ASAP.