Vacancy

Hebe feels hopeless.

She is standing in front of a small white building. An elderly home to be exact. This is the seventh one of the same kind that she visited in the past two days. None of the previous six gave her good news.

"Well, that's life," she says to herself, takes a deep breath, and presses on the doorbell.

In no time the heavy door opens a little - just enough for one eye of whoever behind the door to peep out.

"Madam, what's the matter?" The whoever says with a skeptical voice.

"Good afternoon. My name is Hebe. I'm looking for an elderly home vacancy to accommodate my mother. She is 85 and a bit frail, but has absolutely no disease to worry about..."

"No place. No place for anyone!" The skeptical voice turns agitated, "And, nowadays, who on earth has any disease? That's exactly why all elderly homes on earth are runny out of vacancy. Should we thank Mark and Priscilla?"