The Silent Woman Nobody Spoke To Had One Final Surprise for Me
They called her “Madame Zada,” the strange woman at the dead end. Alone, wrapped in a thin blanket, she seemed forgotten. I only knew her as the woman who quietly accepted the meals I brought—lentil soup, rice, tea. She rarely spoke, once telling me, “You’re not like the others.” For four years I brought food,…
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