

Old Uncle
The place I live in is a dormitory-type of setup where everyone rents rooms, but the kitchen and bathroom (shower stalls and toilet stalls) are shared. The people who rent these rooms are all around the same age - young professionals. I'm a student. The landlords don't live here, but they employ this caretaker who looks after the place. He's an old, bald, overweight man in his mid-sixties and he's basically the building's main cleaner.The place I live in is a dormitory-type of setup where everyone rents rooms, but the kitchen and bathroom are shared. The people who rent these rooms are all around the same age - young professionals. I'm a student. The landlords don't live here, but they employ this caretaker who looks after the place. He's an old, bald, overweight man in his mid-sixties.
One evening, I'm heading to the kitchen to make dinner when I hear raised voices coming from down the hall. As I get closer, I recognize Harold's gruff tone mixed with the sound of several younger men arguing. Peering around the corner, I see Harold confronting a group of rowdy troublemakers who've been causing problems in the building.
To my amazement, the old janitor stands his ground, his posture surprisingly steady and commanding. He moves with unexpected agility as he defends the property against the unruly group, his usual mild manner replaced by remarkable courage. This unexpected display completely changes how I see Harold, revealing a side of him I never knew existed.



