Hannah
Jensen nodded in agreement. Then we continued our journey. When we arrived at Mom’s house, it was almost midnight. We pushed many suitcases from the elevator to Mom’s apartment.
Jensen rang the doorbell several times, while I sent a message to Mom to let her know that Jensen and I were in front of her apartment.
After sending the message and ringing the doorbell several times, there was no response from inside.
“Mom, maybe grandma is already asleep,” Jensen said.
“I think so.”
“Then what do we do?” Jensen asked, looking worried.
“We’ll have to wait. Let’s sit over here and wait for Grandma to open the door for us.” I invited her to sit on the floor. But I decided he could sit on the suitcase while I sat on the floor. We leaned against the wall next to the door. After that, I
