There used to be a very old white or Hispanic lady who lived
alone on Gates Ave, between Cypress and St Nicholas. She
would always stand at her building's doorstep staring at people
walking pass by intently.
One time she waved me over when I was on my way home
from school, and ask me to buy some items for her from the
supermarket about a block away. I did as she asked and went
home. When I told my older sister about it later on, it turns
out the old lady also asked my sister and brother to help her
buy items from the supermarket before, it seems like she always
ask young kids to help her buy stuff from the supermarket.
One day she wave me over again when I walk pass her building,
I thought she would ask me to buy things for her like usual, but
this time she ask me to help her clean some dirts for her because
she can't reach them. I followed her into the apartment on the
first floor, and she hands me a brush and Dustpan. She told me
to clean the dirts from under an old fashioned claw-foot tub in
the bathroom. I basically have to lie on the floor to reach under
the tub to do the cleaning.
After I finished and ready to leave her apartment, suddenly she
told me not to move, and started hitting my back repeatedly
from behind. Turns out she wanted to clean the dust off my
shirt. I was a little freakout by it, and avoided walking pass
her building for almost a year after that day.
When I finally went back to Gates Ave after some time, I was
a little nervous she would be at the doorstep waving to me
again, but was disappointed when I don't see her there anymore.
I always wonder what happen to her and feeling a little guilty
about it, because I never saw her again since.