Before selling the apartment, we had to prepare it. We could simply throw away some furniture, such as the over-thirty-year-old children’s wall unit that our son inherited from his older sister. The children have used it, making it unsuitable for sale.

However, initially, I thought of giving it to someone rather than discarding it immediately. After all, many families don’t even have enough money for a shelf for their child, let alone a wall unit. The unit includes a wardrobe, a bookshelf, and a secretary. There’s also a pull-out writing desk that my children never used. It’s meant for small children.

I posted about this on social media, offering the furniture for free, but only for pickup. Since we needed to vacate the apartment quickly, I set a three-day deadline in the ad. Several people wrote to me, but one woman named Nina was particularly insistent. She wrote that her child was living in an empty room due to a lack of funds. I immediately sent her photos of the wall unit, pointing out all the defects. I was honest about everything—that the furniture is old and far from perfect.

However, she was enthusiastic, assuring me that everything was fine, that she was satisfied, and that she would come to pick it up in three days. I decided to help this woman, motivated by her situation. After that, a few more people wrote to me, ready to pick up the unit immediately. But I had already promised it to Nina, so I had to turn them down.

After three days, Nina disappeared. I messaged her on the fourth day, but she didn’t reply. She called me back only at five in the evening and was upset that I had disturbed her at work. I asked her about the wall unit and whether she would pick it up. She replied that I should bring it to her because she couldn’t find a vehicle. I was shocked by such audacity. I told her I didn’t have a truck or movers, and the ad clearly stated ‘pickup only.’ That was the only condition I had specified.

Either Nina wasn’t in the mood or, more likely, she called me in a drunken state for the first time. But now she was talking differently. When I asked her if she had set up her child’s room during these days, she just mumbled something.

It became clear to me that she didn’t need the wall unit, or if she did, she wasn’t willing to put in any effort for her son. I ended the conversation.

I was lucky that another person saw the ad just now, called me, and asked if the wall unit was still available. I said yes and again explained that the furniture was old. The man assured me that because they had just brought their granddaughter from the city and she needed furniture, it would be fine. An hour later, he arrived with his wife and a young man. They inspected the wall unit and were satisfied. They loaded the furniture into their car trailer and left me a box of candies as a thank you, despite my insistence that I didn’t need anything.