[ WP ] A common housefly has lived for over a year . Making it seem like an ancient immortal compared to the rest of its species . In under three paragraphs write from the fly 's POV or from the POV of an outside observer .

Every day, Ive worked in their home, tasted the back of their hand and dealt with the cruel sounds of their curses entering my ears. Each day i spend my time cleaning and looking around for messes, I am inclined to tidy up their own hygiene. 
 
 Sadly it's been a year and I am afraid they do not know my name. Each time they act as if I am a new guest in their home. `` They all look the same.'' they might say or `` Where did you come from?''. I try to answer but they choose not to listen. I try my best, but I am considered the lowest form of life, as they go about talking about me as if i am not even there. 
 
 Today is my final day in their home, I see an open window and a cool breeze whispering through it. An invitation to freedom from this home. I am no longer their servant, their slave, their housefly.
