My Secret With A Widower | Learn English Through Story Level 1🔥| Graded Readers (A1-A2 Level)

For 3 months, I pretended not to know the man I was secretly caring for until the day he caught me, placing a basket at his door. My name is Lacy. I am 32 years old. I work at a small library. My life is very quiet, too quiet. I live in a small apartment building.

The walls are thin. I hear my neighbors sometimes, but I live alone. I eat alone. I sleep alone. A man lives upstairs. His name is Omar. He is 40 years old. He lost his wife last year. People say he is kind, but he looks very tired. His eyes are sad. He walks slow. He still wears his wedding

ring. Every morning I see him. We meet in the hallway. He says hello. I say hello. Then we go to work. We do not talk more. I smell tea from his apartment. It smells like black tea. My mother liked black tea. She died 3 years ago. I miss her. Omar has a wooden door.

It is old and brown. A small mat sits there. The mat says, "Welcome." But no one visits him. I have a secret about Omar. I keep it in my chest. It makes my heart beat fast. I do not tell anyone. Not my friends, not my sister, not anyone. The secret started 2 months

ago. It was a cold Monday morning. I heard Omar cry in his apartment. The sound was soft, but I heard it. It made me very sad. I wanted to help him, but I did not know how. We are just neighbors. We are not friends. I am shy. He is quiet. What can I do? So, I started my

secret. Every week, I do something small. I do it when no one sees. I leave things at his door. Small things, kind things. First, I left a note. It said only five words. You are not alone, neighbor. I put it under his door. My hands shook. I ran back to my apartment. My face was