Hello, my name is Demodex folliculorum and I live in the pores of the skin of your face that’s why it’s important to wash your face and remove makeup!!
The only way you can see me is with a microscope. I measure between 0,3 and 0,4 mm, and like spiders, I have 8 legs.
I like living in hair follicles that have your nose, cheek and eyelashes. These are places where there’s more fat to feed me.
I feed on your secretions and your dead skin. I can put up to 25 eggs in every hair follicle.
My digestive system is not able to eliminate my waste, so i accumulate them in my body until I explode and die. My remains cause hypersensitivity reactions.
According to some studies, in some people, I can cause infections on eyelids and rosacea.
I am a mite that is present in almost every adult on this planet.
Are you going to sleep in makeup tonight?
YOU WONâT BELIEVE WHAT THIS SINGLE DAD GOT AFTER HELPING AN OLDER WOMAN WITH HER LAWN
Felix, a single dad in his mid-30s, was relaxing in his armchair, barely paying attention to the TV in his small, slightly worn living room. The sound of the sitcom couldnât hide the loneliness he felt since losing his wife in a car crash seven years ago.
Felix found comfort in his job as a janitor and in raising his daughter, Alice. She brought him joy, reminding him of the happy moments he once had with her mother.
One day, Felix noticed his elderly neighbor struggling to cut her overgrown lawn. Wanting to help, he rushed over to mow it for her. Grateful, the woman insisted on giving him a strange, antique box as a thank-you gift.
But that gift quickly led to trouble when Felix received an urgent phone call from the womanâs lawyer, requesting a meeting.
One day, Felix heard a noise outside and glanced out the window. He saw his elderly neighbor, Mrs. White, struggling with her lawnmower. Mrs. White was known for being independent despite her age, but today, she clearly needed help.
Without a second thought, Felix walked over and offered his assistance. âLet me help you with that, Mrs. White,â he said, taking control of the lawnmower. Together, they worked quietly under the warm afternoon sun, finishing the task in no time.
After they finished, Mrs. White smiled warmly and thanked Felix.
âFelix, youâve always been so kind, helping me without expecting anything in return.â
Felix, ever humble, replied, âItâs no trouble at all, Mrs. White.â
Wanting to show her gratitude, Mrs. White offered him a beautifully decorated box. Felix hesitated, feeling uncomfortable accepting such an expensive-looking gift. âI canât accept this, Mrs. White,â he said.
Respecting his decision, Mrs. White smiled and handed him a bag of apples instead.
âThen please, at least take these apples for Alice,â she said, gently urging him.
Felix thanked Mrs. White for the apples and headed home. Once inside, he gave the apples to his daughter, Alice, who eagerly accepted them, her eyes lighting up.
âThank you, Daddy!â she said with excitement.
As Felix settled back into his quiet evening, Alice made an unexpected discovery. She pulled out the same ornate box that Mrs. White had tried to give Felix earlier.
Surprised, she ran over to him, holding the box and exclaiming, âDaddy! Look what was in the bag with the apples!â
The mysterious box in Felixâs hands stirred up curiosity about why Mrs. White had hidden it among the apples. Felix, feeling uneasy, told Alice, âAlice, we canât keep this. Itâs not ours.â
Alice, intrigued, responded, âBut Dad, what if thereâs something cool inside? Something we need?â
Felix shook his head gently and said, âEven if thatâs true, it doesnât make it ours. This box belongs to someone else, and we need to respect that.â
Accepting her fatherâs decision, Alice agreed, and Felix set off to return the box to Mrs. White. When he reached her house, a strange, foreboding silence greeted him.
âMrs. White?â Felix called out, but there was no answer. The stillness of the house felt heavy as he cautiously searched for her. Finally, he found her lying motionless on the couch. It was clear that Mrs. White had quietly passed away.
Felix stood there in shock, the box in his hand, unsure of what to do next.
Shocked and unsure of what to do, Felix stood frozen, the weight of Mrs. Whiteâs death sinking in. He knew he needed to call someone, but he hesitated, glancing between her lifeless body and the mysterious box in his hands.
After a moment of inner conflict, Felix made a decision. He stepped back, leaving the house with the box still in his grasp, now feeling like a heavy, burdensome secret he carried with him.
Back home, the box sat on his table, its presence feeling more ominous with every passing moment.
Curious and anxious, Felix began researching the box online. He typed âantique box gold diamond insertsâ into the search bar and quickly found similar items listed for enormous sums of money, with one even valued at $250,000. The discovery shocked him, tempting him with the thought of financial security for Alice. But it also tugged at his conscience, leaving him conflicted about what to do.
Just as Felix was deep in thought, the phone suddenly rang, shattering the silence.
Felixâs heart raced as an unknown voice spoke over the phone, âGood evening, is this Felix? My name is Jonathan Pryce. I am Mrs. Whiteâs attorney. I believe it is imperative for us to discuss a matter of significant concern. Can we arrange a face-to-face meeting?â
Feeling a wave of nervousness, Felix replied, âSure, we can meet. How about tomorrow?â
âLetâs convene at âCafĂ© Lorraineâ on the main street at 10 a.m. Itâs a quiet place, conducive for such discussions,â Mr. Pryce suggested.
âOkay, Iâll be there,â Felix confirmed, ending the call with his heart pounding. What could this meeting be about? He glanced once more at the mysterious box, unsure of what was coming next.
Felix arrived at âCafĂ© Lorraineâ and spotted Mrs. Whiteâs lawyer, Jonathan Pryce, seated at a corner table. To his surprise, sitting next to him was a man Felix didnât recognize.
As he approached, Jonathan introduced the stranger. âThis is Henry, Mrs. Whiteâs son.â
Felix was stunnedâhe had no idea Mrs. White had a family.
Without wasting any time, Henry spoke, his tone sharp and accusatory. âI know you were at my motherâs house yesterday,â he said, glaring at Felix.
Felix quickly defended himself, âI was just helping her out, like I often did.â
Henryâs face hardened. âMy mother had an antique box with significant sentimental value to our family. Itâs been in our family for generations⊠and now itâs gone. Things like that donât just disappear.â
Feeling cornered and uneasy, Felix said nothing, which led Henry to make a proposal.
âListen, I donât care how it happened, but I need that box back. Iâm willing to pay you a thousand dollars for its return. No questions asked,â Henry offered.
Felix, knowing the boxâs true value, shot back, âIâm not an idiot. I know that box is worth a lot more than what youâre offering. And no, I didnât steal it. Your mother gave it to me willingly.â
Henry was caught off guard as Felix declared, âIâve decided to auction the box. If it means that much to you, youâre welcome to bid on it, just like anyone else.â
With that, Felix abruptly left the café, feeling both defiant and apprehensive about the unfolding situation.
The following day at the auction, experts gathered around the box, marveling at its craftsmanship. They began questioning Felix about its origins. Under their intense scrutiny, Felix hesitated and stammered, âIt was⊠it was an inheritance,â which only fueled their suspicions.
The situation grew tense as experts demanded proof of ownership for the box. Talk of involving the police began to circulate.
Panicked and unprepared, Felix stammered, âI⊠I donât have them with me.â
Feeling the walls closing in, Felix made a desperate decision to escape. He fled the auction house, overwhelmed with fear and uncertainty about the legal trouble he might face.
Back home, Felix was plagued by thoughts of the box and its potential to change their lives. Realizing he needed proof of the boxâs legitimacy, he knew he had to return to Mrs. Whiteâs house to find it.
Late that night, Felix sneaked into Mrs. Whiteâs house, frantically searching for any documents that might prove his claim to the box. Despite his desperate efforts, he found nothing.
As his frustration grew, a sudden noise startled him. He turned to see Henry standing in the doorway.
âI knew youâd come,â Henry said, his voice carrying a mix of disappointment and resignation. âAfter I heard about the auction, I figured youâd show up here looking for something to legitimize your claim to that box.â
Feeling trapped and defenseless, Felix listened as Henry outlined his conditions.
âFelix, youâve made a grave mistake,â Henry continued, his tone stern. âBreaking and entering is a criminal offense. But Iâm willing to overlook it if you do exactly as I say.â
Henryâs terms were harsh but straightforward. âYou have until tomorrow. Bring the box to me, or Iâll have no choice but to report this to the police. Theyâll be very interested in your little nocturnal visit.â
Feeling defeated and realizing he had no real choice, Felix reluctantly agreed. Henry escorted him out, and Felix returned home, overwhelmed by the seriousness of his predicament.
Felix weighed his limited options: he could either surrender the box to Henry, avoiding legal trouble but forfeiting any potential financial gain, or take a risk that could jeopardize his and Aliceâs future.
In his turmoil, Felix decided to send Alice to her grandmotherâs house, far from the looming trouble. He packed a bag for her, including the box, as a precaution.
Just then, Alice appeared, noticing her fatherâs distress. âDad, whatâs going on? You look upset,â she asked with innocent concern.
Felix knew he had to explain everything to Alice. He paced his living room, the gravity of their situation weighing heavily on him.
âAlice,â he began, trying to keep his voice steady, âthis box is really important. Itâs worth $250,000, and it could change our lives. But I canât keep it. I need you to take it to Grandma in Virginia.â
Alice, overwhelmed by the news, asked, âBut why canât you come with me, Dad?â
Felix sighed deeply. âI might not be around for a little while, sweetheart. Thereâs a chance Iâll have to⊠go away for some time. But I promise it wonât be forever. Iâll do everything I can to come back to you.â
As they packed, Felix reassured Alice of her strength and the importance of their plan. At the bus station, amidst a heartfelt goodbye, he watched her board the bus, feeling a piece of his heart leave with her.
Returning home to the heavy silence of the now-empty house, Felix made a crucial decision.
He picked up the phone and called Henry. âI donât have the box, Henry. Itâs out of my hands,â he said firmly. âIâm ready to turn myself in. You can call the police.â
Soon, the police arrived and took Felix away without resistance. As he was led out, his thoughts were solely focused on Aliceâs safety and their future.
Months later, in prison, Felixâs routine was suddenly interrupted by a guardâs commanding voice. âPack your things and come with me!â
Confused but hopeful, Felix followed the guard, his mind racing with possibilities. When they arrived, he was met with a sight that filled him with immense relief and joy: Alice was waiting for him.
âDad,â she said, her voice breaking through the gloom of his prison life, her presence instantly lifting his spirits.
Alice explained that she had finally unlocked the box and discovered documents and a letter from Mrs. White. The letter revealed that Mrs. White wanted Felix to inherit the box. With this newfound evidence, Alice managed to secure his release.
âI couldnât believe it myself, Dad,â Alice said, her eyes shining with determination. âAfter you sent me away, I kept thinking about the box, about the code⊠And then, one day, it just clicked!â
Felix was deeply moved by Mrs. Whiteâs final act of kindness and Aliceâs unwavering resolve.
âSo, I took those papers and found a buyer who collects antiques like this one. They didnât just buy the box, Dad. They also helped me find a lawyer, explained bail, and how we could fight the case.â
Reunited, Felix and Alice embraced tightly, ready to face their new beginning. âWe donât have to worry anymore,â Alice assured him. âWe have enough to start over, but more importantly, we have each other. And weâre going to get through this, one step at a time.â
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