The Girl Next Door

In the apartment next door there lives a young girl, maybe 15 or 16 years old. I’ve never actually met her, but on lazy weekend afternoons or quiet weekday evenings, I can hear her singing through the thin walk that separates her place from mine and she has the loveliest voice I’ve ever heard. 

I don’t know her name, but sometimes when I’m feeling frustrated or overwhelmed in the middle of a busy day, I hear her singing  in that lilting voice of hers and it makes me smile and it reminds me that sometimes you really do find beauty in unexpected places.


19 thoughts on “The Girl Next Door

    1. I honestly thought once or twice to go knock on her door and tell her I love her singing but then I thought she might get self conscious about me hearing her sing :p


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