Reading Response 4

The people that used to watch out for me no longer come. My friends on the roof used to light up in anticipation everyday, waiting for them to arrive. As soon as they’d enter the doors, light would flood every corner. The stoves would be turned on to make breakfast. I miss the light and I miss the warmth.

I don’t have any windows. I know that the other places people go to have windows, but it never bothered me until now. My outside structure was only structural, meant to keep people warm. But now, with no one to come see me, it’s been dark and cold. Now, I wish I had windows. Maybe I’d be able to keep myself warm that way.

The days have been passing by. No more than three people have come to see me recently. It’s better than a few months ago though. A bunch of people came then, dressed in odd hats and boots. They said they came in to fix things after the accident, but they just ended up tearing apart everything. The ceiling panels that concealed the ugly things, now let loose an array of wires and cords. The kitchen doesn’t look like a kitchen anymore. It’s been dark and cold, and I can barely recognize myself.

I have a lot of time to think now. The presence of people scurrying around during dinner time rush, the heat of the stoves radiating throughout the kitchen, and the sounds of people’s voices seem like a distant past. Sometimes I want to forget, so I don’t miss it, but the empty stoves and dirty walls remind me. I think too long and I can’t remember how long it’s been.

I try to have hope. There’s been a few days where the man and sometimes the lady visit. They usually takes things and leave, but I always get the feeling they’ll come back. And so far they have. I’m still not sure why everyone left. Till I find out why, I will keep looking forward to my short visits from the couple, and I hope that one day, they’ll turn the light on and stay for a while longer.