It was strange. Looking over at the houses from my daughter’s window on the 1st floor.
When usually there would be only a couple of lit windows, there were many more that evening.
Funnily enough, I haven’t even looked at them since. It’s like we got used to a lot of things that seemed strange at the beginning. And I guess, the evenings drew much longer, so the curtains are usually closed by then, and I’m sitting in the dark room waiting for my daughter to fall asleep…
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