This is a gift from my neighbour, Lila.
We’d passed on the street several times and said hello, then one Sunday evening she knocked at my door and beckoned me to come with her saying “Mon mari est mort” (my husband is dead) and something else I didn’t quite catch as she disappeared round the corner.
I went into panic mode and collected my shoes, keys and phone and scurried after her wondering what I was going to find.
That shot of adrenaline to the head did wonders for my French and once I’d caught up with her I managed to establish that her husband had died two months previously and she’d received papers from the notary to say that she had to vacate the house and so she was looking for somewhere to live.
Lila has no computer so I said I’d look online for her.
Change can be tough, especially when it’s forced on you and not necessarily a choice you would have made.
A couple of weeks go by and I see a little house nearby at the right price and rushed over to show her. She agreed it looked suitable and she arranged a viewing.
Next time I saw Lila she was over the moon. The place was perfect, everything brand new and she had the key and had already started to move things in and was signing papers later in the day.
I was so happy to see her so thrilled. She’s embraced the change and looks ten years younger.
And the fountain is my thank you gift.
It’s amazing, I’ve never seen anything quite like it.
I love it. I love that I was able to help her.
And I’m thankful she chose to give me that, rather than her set of musical frogs.