The next morning, I found a folded note in my mailbox that made my chest tighten with worry.
Inside, my neighbor had written a sincere apology. He admitted he hadn’t considered how it might affect me, felt embarrassed, and assured me he didn’t intend to cause any problems. He hoped we could move past it. His honesty melted away any irritation I’d felt. That afternoon, I walked over to thank him in person. What started as a brief check-in soon turned into a thoughtful conversation about assumptions, communication, and the little ways neighbors affect each other’s lives. Continue reading…
