She had this habit of constantly peeping through the window atop the house of the room below the attic.
Yes this was her room and she liked to view each and every change that would or could take place each day.
That was another day where wearing a pair skirt and tee with her elbows resting on sill, she was peepinh in the neighbors's window across the street.
He was oblivious to her intrusion and the drunkard that he was, fighting with his sister.
She had known her from their occasional bumps in the market and grocery store and had taken her for a good person.
With the image in mind, she cursed the act of her brother and sweared to take revenge. The kind soul had never been tormented so much and it wouldn't have mattered to her. She never poked her nose in people's affairs but this event was something she could related herself with as her father was drunkard who had fought with her mom, ultimately one day when he could not control his high and smashed the bottle on her face.
She hated drunkards and alcohol ever since.
