Dorothy sits at her table. She picks up her pen. She writes: 'Dear Priya. I have to tell you the truth. Your first card was for Flat 7. I am in Flat 6. I am sorry I did not say this sooner.' She pushes the note under Priya's door. That night, Dorothy does not sleep. In the morning, she looks at the floor. There is no note.

Then she hears a knock. She opens the door. It is Priya. She is young and she is smiling. She has two cups of tea. 'I know,' Priya says. 'I knew in week two. But I liked writing to you.' Dorothy laughs. They sit together with their tea. Dorothy is happy. The note went to the wrong door, but she found a right friend.

ドロシーは間違いを認めるために隣人にメモを書き、思いがけない友情を見つけます。

Flat 6

一人暮らしのおばあさんが、新しい隣人からの親切なメモを見つけます。

間違ったドアの下のメモ

Not For Me

ドロシーはプリヤという女性から謎の手紙を受け取りますが、勘違いかもしれないことに気づきます。

Every Tuesday Morning

Dorothy sits at her table. She picks up her pen. She writes: 'Dear Priya. I have to tell you the truth. Your first card was for Flat 7. I am in Flat 6. I am sorry I did not say this sooner.' She pushes the note under Priya's door. That night, Dorothy does not sleep. In the morning, she looks at the floor. There is no note.

Then she hears a knock. She opens the door. It is Priya. She is young and she is smiling. She has two cups of tea. 'I know,' Priya says. 'I knew in week two. But I liked writing to you.' Dorothy laughs. They sit together with their tea. Dorothy is happy. The note went to the wrong door, but she found a right friend.