I Babysat My Neighbor’s Daughter Every Weekend Until She Moved Away – 20 Years Later, Someone Left a Sealed Package on My Doorstep

The garden.

Sunday night, she sat on the floor with Mr. Pickles in her lap.

“You can come with us,” she said.

“I can’t, sweetheart.”

“Why?”

“My home is here.”

“We can get another home.”

“It’s not that simple.”

She started crying.

I pulled her close.

“Will you forget me?” she asked.

“Never.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Will you call?”

“All the time.”

“Will you write?continue reading …