Loneliness

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Mrs. Maria hadn't been feeling well lately. She had been sick, and as an 80-year-old woman, she was no longer able to move during the ordeal that this infection was causing her. She sat at home all day, and her main attraction was watching TV 24 hours a day. She had no relatives, no husband, no children. She chose a lonely life. And so far, it hadn't bothered her, until now. Now this loneliness had become her torture, the huge empty house rang with emptiness. It was terrifying. The woman was beginning to fear... death. Her solitude had become her obsession, every corner, every room was devoid of a living soul, which was definitely terrifying. Maria also considered getting a pet, but she couldn't, her allergies wouldn't let her. The woman was feeling worse and worse. She felt these were her last days, she knew she would spend them alone, and it was obvious to her That she would pass away without support, without the love of another person, and that no one would remember her. These thoughts were suicidal and only worsened the elderly person's health. Mrs. Maria began writing a will, but there was only one problem: What good is having a large villa and a beautiful garden if she has no one to give it to? She opened the phone book. She found the address of a retirement home; this was her chance. She called. "

Good morning!" she said in her now-frail voice.

"Hello! This is a retirement home. How can I help?"

"My name is Maria Iłakówna, I'm already eighty years old. And I feel like this is my last. Because I'm lonely, I wanted to leave my house to you. I live at 14 Jogodendronów Street," the old woman recited.

"I'll come today," said the woman on the other end of the line. And she hung up. Mrs. Maria was clearly pleased because for many years, no one had crossed the threshold of her house except the postman bringing her a rather large pension. When the woman from the retirement home arrived, a positive aura and warmth immediately filled the house. She helped Mrs. Maria and made tea. The women talked for quite a while; within five minutes, one could feel they had known each other for years.

A few months later, Mrs. Maria died. It wasn't a lonely death, as her new friend, Magda (the one who had come to her about the house), supported her until the end.

FROM THE TESTAMENT OF MARIA IŁAKÓWNA:

"...A lonely person is not a person. They are just a meaningless dot. Money doesn't bring happiness - what an apt description. Despite my large villa and pension, I didn't feel good being single for almost my entire life. I don't recommend it to anyone. Let everyone search for their other half until the end of their days. They exist... always. You mustn't think only of yourself and your fortune. It completely ruins. Loneliness is a disease, but it can be cured..."