When My Kids Didn’t Show Up, My Neighbor Held My Hand Instead

my living room the way a good son would.

Is the recliner angled right?

Are the drops where you can reach them?

Is the rug corner folded up like a tiny trap?

He didn’t say any of it out loud. He just fixed it all like kindness was a quiet habit.

And then, like the universe couldn’t stand the peace, my phone started buzzing on the table.

Again.

And again.

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