Kara

　　“Welcome to the house,” Anne muttered in a low tone after unlocking and opening the door. Our room was located on the fifth floor of the apartment. She helped me take my luggage in, I was following behind her. Getting hospitalized in the hospital in a week, I found that the apartment changed much. Anne was an interior designer. She designed and decorated the room in a more elegant look. The wall was covered with elegant pink paint. She collaged our pictures in one frame with a huge bald note, above “Welcome!” That was something ridiculous. I kept that in my mind. I knew how hard she made all...