I move to another department, on the same floor, in another office. Farewell to the girls. Tears, cries, hugs, cries: “Who are you for who you have left us, how are we without you?” In the same spirit. I wrapped up, went out, came to the new office, remembered that there is no place to hang clothes, I return.
Can I hang your clothes in your closet?
No, she died so dead.