Many years ago, back in the seventies when I was young, there used to be a Polish lady called Mrs. Jankowski, who lived in one of the flats in our building. Her husband1many years ago, and she lived with her cat Misty. Everyone in the building liked her a lot and she liked them, too. For the past few years, as she was getting2, people in the building helped her as much as they could. Some neighbors used to get her medicine and gave her a3in their cars when she needed to see a doctor. My mother liked to visit her and take her some homemade biscuits, cakes and pies. Others came and brought her books, did some shopping for her and took her to have lunch with their family. She had a nice comfortable flat which she4. Although she had been living in the UK for nearly forty years, she still had a strong5for her native country, Poland. You could6this through the way she decorated (装饰) her flat. As a child and until I got married, I used to like visiting her to keep her company, play with Misty and7her stories about her childhood in Poland. She was a good8. I visit Mrs. Jankowski whenever I go over to visit my parents. She is like family to me and I love her9. My mother called me a few days ago and told me that Mrs. Jankowski had a10for the first time from Poland and to my great surprise, she also told to me that it was her twin sister.
