A Dripping Washer, a Hidden Note, and a Surprising Friendship

The washing machine started leaking, so I called a repair technician.

He arrived quietly, got straight to work, and fixed the problem in less than thirty minutes. I thanked him politely, assuming that would be the end of it.

But as he headed for the door, he paused. His cheeks flushed slightly as he handed me a small folded note. I waited until he left before opening it.

Inside, the words carried a weight I hadn’t anticipated:

“Thank you for treating me kindly. Most people see me only as someone who fixes things and hurry me out the door. When you offered me tea and asked about my day, it reminded me of my late wife. She never let me leave the house without a warm drink. For a moment today, I felt seen again.
Here’s my number—if you ever need help, or just someone who understands what it’s like to feel alone.”

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