I cleaned at the same hotel for 18 years – Three days after I was fired, a lawyer called me and told me to sit down

The house seemed empty without him.

Over time, we had become a slightly strange little family, just the two of us.

The day my daughter died, he sat next to me on the kitchen bench.

He didn't say a word; he didn't need to.

That was the kind of man he was.

Every Monday, without fail, he asked me the same question.

"How is your grandson, Marta? Is he still drawing those spaceships?"

That was the kind of man he was.

"He's still drawing, sir," I replied, laughing. "Now there are aliens too."

"Well done. Tell him I want to see one."

I had brought him a drawing the week before he died.

He stuck it on the fridge himself.

***

The front door opened and closed with a sharp, careless clatter.

Footsteps crossed the entrance hall.

Julian had returned.

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